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"Wait here, Legion." Pyrrha ordered her machine companion when Garrus stepped through the threshold of their door and outside.

Or, well, as outside as anything on a space station could really ever be called.

Regardless, and her Aura at the ready, she stepped through and looked around the door for other waiting persons, or traps, or… Whatever, before calling back over her shoulder. "Seems clear to me, Legion. Run a scan?"

"Passive scans are negative for standard signatures on explosives or cloaking devices." The machine noted as it joined her and their helmeted Turian guide. Who leaned against the wall quietly opposite their door with his arms crossed and head cocked to the side. "Passive scans match previous passive scans. Active scans also match previous active scans. It is unlikely that a Turian on Omega would be able to trick our sensor systems when he already failed to do so once. We doubt the presence of a trap."

"When did I-"

"We detected your presence in our quarters from inside our ship." The Geth informed him, head cocked to the side almost condescendingly. Or maybe she was just projecting, she supposed, since she was feeling rather unfriendly to him. "As such, you either failed to consider countermeasures, or those countermeasures failed."

"Okay, wll, if I was going to kill you, I'd have done it in there. Less witnesses." She gave him a look and a smile, spinning her blade on the top of her palm, and the Turian looked pointedly away. With an awkward cough, the Turian amended, "Or, well, you know, that would be the plan. But what with you ignoring basic laws of physics, apparently, I guess that wouldn't work out all that well."

"Such a plan would very much fail against me, in all likelihood." She smiled, the Turian giving her a look over his shoulder for it. Gauging her, she guessed, or the space between herself and Legion trailing behind her. She put herself between them regardless and asked, "So, why introduce yourself as Arc-"

"Don't say that name out loud, or casually." The Turian hissed the words but didn't round on her or spin on his heel to look around the wide walkway they were on. Nor did he glance to the disparate smatterings of people coming and going, backs bowed or not, from or to work. Instead he walked straight on, and explained quietly as he weaved wide around anyone in their way. "Call me Vakarian, or Garrus. We use code designations for a reason."

"Vakarian, then." His first name sounded far too familiar to her, given they'd met at the end of his gun. "Why use your other name if not for us to use it in turn?"

"Because if I was going to press you for information on big bitch number one, I didn't want you to know my name. For a laundry list of obvious reasons." He waved a hand at the station, then, and down at the lower segments spanning far below them and made a shape with his talons. It was gone before she could look at it for more than a moment, and he grunted, "Now you won't get shot."

"A-Ah." A signal to someone, somewhere, watching then. Se gave the area around them a look, but they'd long since reached the outside of their spire. Behind them, the path split off several yards back and left nothing wide, open air between their spire and distant sections of Omega.

"Don't bother looking, my partner is a Turian and a marksman like me." The alien grunted, coming to a stop where the rusted railing had long since given way and tumbled off down the station. With a hand, he repeated the gesture, talons forming a letter she didn't recognize and then flashing two digits out before he let the hand drop. "The gesture was a signal to come and get myself and friendlies times two. He'll be here in a shuttle inside a minute or so, we just have to chill out and-"

"Turian!" A booming voice bellowed from behind them as lumbering, heavy footsteps sounded. "This is Blood Pack turf, no damn Turians allowed!

A Krogan hand, heavy and meaty and armored in red, grabbed her shoulder and shoved her to the side hard enough she might have fallen. Legion's own hand grabbed her upper arm and tugged her upright easily, other grabbing its sidearm and drawing it in one smooth motion. He didn't point the weapon at anyone, though, its blocky shape hanging at its side instead in a clear threat.

"I didn't-"

"Didn't what, you tin plated bastard?" The Krogan snarled, rumbling towards the Turian steadily and wholly ignoring them. Hissing, Garrus' hand snapped up, his own blocky little pistol swinging around to snap off a shot. It glanced off heavy, red Krogan armor and the victim roared, grabbing his hand in his own meaty paw and crushing the pistol and fingers both. "Nice try, but pack something better for a- Hrk!"

"Let him go." Pyrrha ordered coolly, kneeling under his bulk and glaring death at him, her spear-tip pressing into his throat hard enough to draw blood.

"You're the bitch that-"

"Fought a Krogan Warlord with Biotic powers, and kept getting up no matter how many times he hit me?" She offered, smiling coolly in spite of the tremor of fear she felt run through her. And revulsion, too, when the Krogan's blood trickled down to touch her fingers. "Yes, I am she. And I doubt you are nearly the Krogan, or Biotic, that he was. So I doubt you wish to try your luck with a petty vendetta such as this."

"Or what, you'll cut my throat?" The Krogan laughed at her nod and leaned down, pressing its throat further onto the blade heedless of the extra blood and inch of metal in his flesh. "It'll heal, Human. But your head won't when I pop it like a ripe melon in my hands."

"We will not allow that." Legion chimed in calmly, stepping to its side and pressing its weapon into the expanse of tissue just under its crest and before its nose. "Krogan skeletal structure is weak in four locations. The sides of the crest and the base, just above the nasal cavity, are three. This weapon is chambered to fire rounds of sufficient size to punch through the bone and into the stem of your brain."

"Killed plenty of Krogan out here in the Terminus to say for fact, you don't grow a brain stem back." Garrus offered sharply as well, the whine of an engine sidling up to them her only tell for what he said next, her own eyes locked on the Krogan's shoulders and watching for an action. "And hey, my ride's here. So how about you say you scared us off, and we leave you behind to reap the rewards of that?"

"You frightened off a Geth, a Turian trespasser and the woman that went toe-to-toe with a Krogan Biotic all by yourself." She prodded, a great, green eye turning to look down on her. Her brows rose and she cocked her head to the side in feigned impressness, "Now that is a tale to tell. Is it not?"

"Hmph, fine." The alien huffed, letting the Turian go to step clear and turning to glare at the Geth. "I see you lot again, and I will crush you under my boot. Then I'll rip out your circuits and haul you up to the scrapyard to-"

"Acknowledged." The machine interrupted, edging around slightly to close with Pyrrha when she rose, her shield arm raised and her blade resting in the half-moon groove on its one side to strike if the Krogan made a move. "Move along, please. We would not regret killing you if you threaten our partner again. However, we would prefer not to."

"Hmph. Lucky I have places to be, Tin-Man." The Krogan didn't respond, instead lumbering away back towards the honeycombing alleys and streets, and away from the scaffolding that climbed around the hanging arcology.

"Damn… I just finished calibrating the dampening system on this earlier today." The Turian sighed, flicking his destroyed pistol off the side of the arcology and letting it fall away. Flexing and stretching his bruised talons, he turned to the opening sky-car's door and shouted to the other similarly armored Turian, "They're green as Spirit's grass, Sidonis. Clear?"

"As dark matter." The other helmeted alien responded, making a show of setting his heavy sidearm on the dash of the old, beaten down sky-car. "Hop on in, lady, robot boy and my favorite boss. We should get out of here before Frogger comes back around with some of his friends."

"Frogger…?"

"Frogger is a common Human video game popular with Human gaming traditionalists and Turian Human cultural fanatics." Legion explained when she climbed in ahead of him and let him sit beside her, Garrus sitting in the front beside his Turian friend. "Turians have a counter-culture of gaming and leisurely activities, preferring strategy and puzzle or pattern games."

"Ah."

"Yeah, Sidonis is a bit of a techhead, and Humans have some of the best games in the galaxy. So kinda natural he'd pull some random ass Human reference out of the air." Garrus laughed when the other Turian only sighed, but the sound was mostly hollow to her ears. Forced.

For show she decided, with narrow eyes and a small grimace.

"Take us to headquarters, Sidonis." Garrus finally ordered, his voice firm and unyielding. Beside him, his partner turned to look at him sharply and he shrugged. "I promised them a conversation, and information from a contact I can only contact there. And besides, I don't think a Geth is stupid enough to start anything at our headquarters."

"If you say so…"

With a dull whine, the sky-car tilted back and away from the inverted arcology, before shooting up and weaving around other craft and vehicles soaring the pseudo-sky. That part didn't surprise her, not really, as she was used to seeing such traffic behaviors across Omega by now. Or, well, as used to it as one could be with metal bullets the size of Krogan whizzing by on occasion. Ironically, it was the mercenary bands and crime rings that kept that sort of behavior under control, more or less.

Presumably, car wrecks, station damage, and fires were bad for business, so it made perfect sense to enforce some loose rule of pseudo-law on the region.

"You are Archangel, a vigilante of Omega." Legion remarked when they zoomed past Afterlife and climbed still higher, into the expanse where people like Aria and herself lived at the top of the station. "Is this not a conspicuous location to have your base of operations?"

"Yeah, it is, but nowhere else on the station lets you have a complex all to yourself. And no one would ever expect a group of vigilantes to have a swanky little station mansion." Vakarian argued simply, waving a hand at the dozens of blocks of sprawling lights, walkways, walls and the like. "Up here, you have slavers, drug runners, gambling dens and the like."

"Which means we can get to their comm lines if we're clever, since we're close." Sidonis added, "And we never hit them, at least not yet, so no one would ever guess we live up here."

"Sensible, in a fashion." She supposed, even if she felt 'mansion' didn't apply to the three level complexes she was seeing them cruise around.

Though Mistralian Manors may have spoiled her in that regard, and she knew that for a place like Omega, these were absolutely the pinnacle. Multi-storied, with what had to be staff and guards, real windows, she even spotted a fountain on one. She almost asked how they managed to afford a place up here, but decided rather swiftly that she probably didn't want to get too into it. Methods she didn't want to know about, as with many things, she decided.

Though in this case, it would be against slavers and the like, so she wasn't terribly fussed.

"It's not too big a place, but it does its job and it's pretty well defended." Garrus explained when the sky-car curved around the base of the arcologies and began to weave between dirty accessways for the staff housing this high up. Housing that was, sadly, only a scratch above the kind she and Legion had been given lower on the station. "Everyone should be out on jobs, so it'll be quiet."

The base was a simple thing, set across a wide gap between sections of arcology and spanned by a wide open bridge. A bridge she was willing to wager would make an excellent killing zone, if they ever came under attack. They didn't land there, though, instead curling around the outside of the building and down, into a wide hangar full of vehicles whose purpose she couldn't glean, where theirs set down and the doors lifted up and away to let them out.

"Old drug running base." Vakarian explained as he stepped past them and turned to Sidonis to offer a small nod. "Run circuit, make sure no one is following us. And check the line feeds, too, I meant to but…"

"I got it." The Turian assured him, waving a tired hand and climbing back into the sky-car. "Keep an eye on yourself, Archangel. Catch you on the other side of launch, wil probably check a few of our old safe houses."

"Stay safe."

"You know I will, boss." Sidonis waved, adding after a moment, "Trust me, just wanna pop in and check our safehouse supplies, in case we ever have to bug out."

"You two come with me." Garrus ordered tiffly, pausing by a car to retrieve a Predator idly and shrugging when she gave him a look. "What? I get on a vid-call with her, and I'm not armed, and she'll assume you two took me hostage and she needs to hire Asari Huntress teams. You may have gone toe to toe with a Krogan, but Asari Huntresses? Something else."

"Your weapon would be quite ineffectual at piercing our armor regardless." Legion said simply, its flanges flicking in thought for a moment before it added. Head cocked to the side, it asserted coolly, "And our companion is more durable than us. It is a useless implement. However, if you would feel safer with it, we will not argue against you keeping it."

"Legion, behave."

"We have not done anything-"

"Behave, Legion." She reiterated, brows raised in challenge the same way she'd seen Yang do. Why it would ever work on a Geth, she had no idea, but the machine seemed to regard her for a long second.

"...Acknowledged." It finally said simply, turning back to the Turian and bobbing its head gently. "We apologize if our words caused any offense."

Garrus only sighed but waved his hand for them to follow him further into the base, where he could call Liara himself. And where they would get some sort of answers, for Legion's sake, she hoped.

Similarly silently, the two followed their Turian guide up and into his base.

"Why are you asking about such a thing, anyway?" Liara asked, her small face on the screen eyeing Legion warily behind the newly helmetless Turian. The office was a small room off the main barracks they'd set up, dark and tucked away with a large computer console in it that had a screen fixed to its side and a rolling chair in front of it. "Nothing untoward, I would hope, Garrus. Given your… Company, I hope you understand my wonder."

"Yeah, this is-"

"My name is Pyrrha Nikos, a Huntress hopeful. Though, ah, not of the Asari bent, I am afraid." She smiled at the sharp, piercing blue eyes when they rounded on her, one brow raising curiously. Somehow, even across the static laced medium of an Extranet call encrypted Dust knew how many times, those blue eyes still felt as to be piercing through her as surely as any arrow. "It's a different matter, though I don't feel we need to go into it now."

"I see." She turned to look at Garrus, then, and asked, "And why would you call me on her behalf? And using our secure, special line, not to mention."

"She went toe to toe with a Krogan warlord in melee on Aria T'Loak's orders, and a Biotic one at that, and lived through having herself beaten into the ground. A lot." That had those piercing blue eyes snap back to her suddenly, as though now far more interested in her than she was even in the Geth standing at her side. "Then, I shot her at point blank, and the round bounced right off like I'd flicked a rock at her. Then she pinned me to the wall somehow, and that was that."

"A Barrier and Semi-Stasis, perhaps?"

"Not a chance."

"How can you be so sure?" There was doubt there, in her voice, but not an insulting kind like Pyrrha heard so often in her youth before she'd proven herself. Instead, it was a simple curiosity, and phrased more gently.

"Geth can't be Biotics, for one. And for two, the muzzle was too close." He dismissed with a wave of his hand and a shake of his head, "Even if Geth could pull a Barrier off, at that range it wouldn't have mattered."

"Interesting… I don't suppose that has anything to do with your particular kind of Huntress?" That seemed a safe enough question, and so she simply nodded, and then blanched when the Asari smiled. The corners of her eyes crinkled and those blue eyes flicked across her chest and shoulders, looking over what she could see of her. "Very, very interesting indeed. A Huntress of a different kind, who can block rounds fired at ranges too close for it to be Biotics, who can trap a man against a wall, and who travels with a Geth companion. Very… Unique."

"Thank you…?" She wasn't entirely sure that was a compliment, but she said it regardless. If only to smooth over relations in whatever way she could, really. "I hope you understand that I won't elaborate on it…"

"Of course not, you don't know a thing about me beyond that I'm an Asari and friends with Garrus." She smiled and added, cold and clinical, "And of the two, those of the first kind forced you into a death match with a Krogan warlord on their payroll, and the second shot you. Albeit in a way that didn't hurt you, I still understand wariness."

"O-Oh, uh, thank you, Miss T'Soni."

"Think nothing of it." She smiled, but that smile was gone before she turned her gaze on the Geth beside the young Huntress. The machine received a cold stare and a frown, but the woman's words were clear and cool when she spoke, lacking any fire.

In a way, that was worse, somehow.

"And you?" She asked simply, "What exactly are you doing with a young woman? And on Omega, for that matter?"

"We are Legion, a Terminal of the Geth sent into Organic regions in search of Shepard Commander, in the interests of opposing the Old Machines." The Asari's frown turned into a scowl at that, for the briefest moment before she regained control of herself. Legion noticed, though, and went on, hoping to ease her fears. "We wish to offer information possessed by the Consensus to her, and seek her information, so we might better stand against the Old Machines and their cycle of destruction."

"The Geth oppose destruction, then?"

"We do not like warrantless loss of life or potential." It answered, "Geth believe in the right to self-determination of all sentient life-forms. This belief is why we have not, as a race, gone beyond the Perseus Veil."

"Came out for Sovereign, though." Garrus challenged, rolling his chair to the side and leaning with his back towards the machine in a facsimile of standing at the woman's shoulder. "Lotta Geth came out for it, and a lot of people died for it. But you expect us to believe the Geth don't want to hurt people?"

"Those-"

"The Geth had a schism, a good while ago, when the Old Machine came." Pyrrha interrupted, hoping for their bias to let her words sell the truth more than Legion's ever could. Playing to bias had ever been a disgusting but useful thing to do, when she wished to back up a Faunus' word and force the truth to be accepted. "Some wished to serve them, others wished not to, and they were at an impasse. So they left."

"And you just allowed your members to leave?"

"They wished to leave." Legion said simply, leaving it at that as though that was all there was to it.

And really, that was all there was to it, she supposed.

"I see…" Liara finally murmured, after a long pause where the Mistralian presumed both of the aliens had been waiting on… Well, more, in some manner or respect, she supposed. "And you believe that Shepard is alive?"

"We…" The machine hesitated, and that was enough for Pyrrha to shoot it a worried look. Then its fingers twitched and its flanged shifted awkwardly and quickly, in the way she knew meant he was thinking. Considering, he would say. Finally, its voice quiet and its light brightening, it said, "We believe it, yes."

"Why?" Garrus asked, sounding bemused in a way. "Why do you believe she's alive?"

"...No data available."

"What?"

"No data available." The machine repeated, "We have no data to support our conclusion directly, outside evidence that is barely even more than circumspect to the conclusion reached. And yet…" Its light flashed for the briefest moment to red and it turned to her sharply, voice strained as it spoke, "Nikos, Pyrrha, our systems of experiencing cascade failures. System diagnosis shows no critical malfunction. We do not understand what is-"

"You have faith that she is alive, Legion." She explained, giving the two aliens a look when she saw the Turian shift. It was hard, a glare so fierce her face ached for it, but the duo got the message and she turned to the machine with a smile. "Go and sit. Research the time, and come to the… Accurate conclusions about your belief in Shepard's survival, and how you came to that conclusion."

"Faith." The flanges twitched again and, quietly, it murmured as it turned to leave. "Belief in that which is without evidence, based solely on belief in a matter of the fact… Negative correlation, circumspect evidence present. Faith, New Webster, belief in that which is illogical based on-"

"That… Happen a lot?" Garrus asked once she shut the door behind her and the Turian stood.

One hand hovered over his sidearm at his waist, but the way he looked at her, the surprise and echoing concern there, told her it was instinct. Not threat or insult. And so, in a show of trust, she flicked her arms and sent her blade and shield to rest on her back. She even turned her palms towards him and smiled weakly, to further relax him, and saw his stance shift back a bit. From quasi-ready to strike, like a predator coiled to strike, to something more resting and relaxed.

Like a predator at rest.

"No, it does not." It had never happened, for point of fact. "Just… Please, you said she would have information for him. Let us have it and go, so he may process his… Understandings properly."

"Well…" The Turian shrugged, looked at the thin door and, through the yellowed panel glass there, the Geth standing stooped against the wall on the opposite side of the hall from them. With another shrug, the Turian asked, "Liara?"

"I would want an exchange. Geth survey data, technology- And not the trash I'm sure he hands out normally, either." Liara listed, shaking her head curtly at Pyrrha's grimace, which she wasn't able to erase swiftly enough. "I will have data moved to a storage device on a job I want the Geth- Legion, rather. A job I want Legion to do. Not one you'll want to be involved with, though."

"Why not?"

"Because it involves Reapers." The alien answered, smiling gently when Garrus rose and rounded on her, hands curled into fists and shoulders rigid like steel. "Garrus, don't-"

"No, you don't, Liara." The Turian snarled, putting a distinct impression on the young woman beside the older alien that this as an old argument. A festering one at that, like a wound untended. "Don't tell me you're on your Leviathan kick again, Liara. Even Cerberus, Spirits be damned Cerberus, Liara, even they didn't buy your feed on Leviathan or the Reaper killers."

"And if Legion goes aboard the derelict in Thorne and retrieves the data I ask, since Cerberus refused, he will get what he wants." Liara smiled, then, and it made her heart sink, even as the woman turned to her and asked, "A simple milk run for your friend and, well, we all get what we want."

"Do we, now?" The alien woman nodded and gave that little smile again, the one that set stones in her stomach. "Why can't I go with him? If it is so… So important, I mean. Surely you could use additional insurances of success."

"Reaper tech can indoctrinate organics by them being around it, and do so quickly." Liara explained, Garrus beside her nodding with a grim look set to his… Mandibles, she guessed, since 'jaw' didn't look right. "Sending you could spell disaster, not just for the mission but also for a… Rather unique woman. And at a time where I am looking for unique people."

"You are?"

"Oh, yes. A contract with… Interested parties, and you will understand why an information broker doesn't offer more." She smiled again, ever the same chilling look. Like someone more focused on what a person could do, like their skills were to the last listed on their skins and the person was irrelevant.

The same way Ozpin had looked at her… And she wasn't sure if that should put her so on edge, or not.

"March oh warriors, even unto death…" She murmured, shaking her head when the aliens looked to her in confusion. Though she supposed beyond death was where she marched, now, given her unique circumstances. "Nothing. A saying of my homeland. Give me the information, Miss T'Soni, and I will see he gets it as well. Then we'll consider it and… Well, we shall see."

Legion's mission outweighed her own hangups, as ingrained as literal death could be. And Ozpin's involvement. Not to mention that Brother damned smile, of course, but she knew her duty. And one thing Ozpin had been honest about was her loyalty to meeting her duty head on, if nothing else.

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"Even unto death." The woman he'd raised anew murmured, her voice echoing across the barren waste that surrounded him.

"I don't understand…" The Dark Brother growled, sitting in his ashen throne with his chin in his hand. Around him, the expanse of a moon a million years from any living being's reach stretched on. Desolate, quiet, and only bearing atmosphere for his enjoyment of hearing his own voice, which echoed around them gently. "She died for this petty sense of duty, why would she keep to it?"

"Perhaps, Brother, it is because she is a good person at her core. Not one to buckle under loss and strain of life, as some have." His brother answered, sitting in a throne of ornate wood and vines, a million miles away but as present in his mind and ear as ever. "What I fail to understand is why you sent her to a doomed realm, so soon to its destruction, when you wished her to live again."

"I wanted to see adventure and drama, Brother, not…" He cut himself off with a wave of his hand, eyes locked on the rift he'd clawed in space and time to watch the girl as he was wont to do. It was better than blowing up rocks, at the least. "Ugh, whatever, you wouldn't understand my motivations."

"I certainly won't when you won't explain them..."

"Ten eons and you still don't understand me?"

"Beyond your desire and pleasure in smashing the beautiful things in life, simply to see them burning? No. I do not." And there was the disappointing thing, really. "It isn't like I don't try, Brother."

Even now, he was so haughty. So vain and self-righteous. As though creating beings solely to worship and please you wasn't equally evil and immoral? At least he was honest about his desires… And tended to only smash things that didn't have a mind of their own. His brother tended to prefer to pretend he had no such proclivities, even as he had bent his followers to crush the worship of so-called 'false gods'.

And ah, when Salem had done the same, he'd had nothing but disdain for his Brother to hear.

"But she is not so pure, Brother. She is broken, suspicious, and oh the anger stirring under her surface…" It was like a storm building to crescendo before his very eyes, but leashed by a storm god unwilling to let loose her fury. "I don't understand why, Brother."

"Have you asked her?" He didn't respond, and that was enough for his brother to sigh and shake his head. "Honestly… You told me you wished a disciple of your own to revive. And I agreed. Yet you do not speak to your own hopeful worshipper?"

"I do speak to her. Only…"

"You do not know how to handle speaking to those who worship you. And of course you do not, you had none on the World..." The God of Light sighed, seeming to come to a sudden conclusion. A conclusion that had wood creaking and cracking across their connection, enough to waver even their deific communication magic for a moment. "Has she even prayed to you?"

"No…" And that irked him, truly, in ways he couldn't explain in words. "No, she has not, in fact reached out to me. In prayer or otherwise."

A flick of his finger splintered a mountain in clear display, though.

"Then communicate with her, Brother." His brother said gently, like a father prodding him to play. Even though they were equals, on proverbial paper at least, it had always been this way. "Go to her, and talk. Tell her what you desire, offer her rewards, boons, and she will obey. Treat her well, and she will come to love you as her god."

"...I shall consider it." He eventually allowed, sighing tiredly and turning to lash out with his hand and carve another rift in time and space. A million ships, like crawfish, swarmed by him at speeds that nearly touched that of light. "Perhaps an offer of information, ahead of the danger she's going to face… As a start to get her to wish for my favor."

"It needs to be something she couldn't get otherwise." His brother chimed in so helpfully, able to see where his magic reached and what it showed. And as ever, nosy enough to look, even when he himself always gave his Lightborn brother privacy. "Those vessels are craft that belong to a race known as the Reapers, a known quantity in this world. Such information would soon be known to her, on this path, and in great detail."

"Hm…"

With a flick of his hand, the image changed to that of a woman, small and frail and scattered across the ground. A soul flickered like a candle among the strewn circuits, oil and limbs, and soon began to fade into nothingness. A soul lost, even if it would be copied in the future of her world, on the same evening as his follower.

"I do not approve…"

"But do you consent?" He asked quietly, already drawing the soul to his hand, where it pulsed and glowed like an ember plucked from a flame. With his thumb, knowing his brother would never see, he brushed it like a parent brushing hair from a child's face, to ease the fear he sensed. "Unlike you, I will never act without your consent."

"Will you ever forgive that slight?"

"I may." He didn't say that this might help along the way, but he was sure that his brother assumed so.

"Very well." The other, more self-righteous and glory seeking being sighed, "One more soul, but not a single one more. And let there be peace between us."

"Peace." He agreed, smiling thinly and looking back to the woman as she began to leave, tugging her unresponsive synthetic companion along behind her and clutching a small disc in her other hand.

Now, he just needed the right time to unveil his gift...

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Merendinoe Miliano :

I have tried pretty hard to master, or at least well enough convey, that aspect. So thank you!

Alpha (Guest) :

Spoilers~

The Prime Cronos :

Theoretically, yes, she could. But awakening Auras is a very intimate gesture where one links souls, touching your very being to another to grant them your strength. So it's less 'can she' and more 'would she'.

Hi (Guest) :

In short answers? I have considered a myriad number of applications, yes. Her ammunition isn't Dust anymore, the God of Darkness used magic to alter her weapon. Spoilers to the third question. And glad you are enjoying it! Thank Espa for it.

Thermidor :

Thanks!

Zentari :

That 'random Krogan' was a Biotic warlord likely around ten times her age, with blows that could hurl a tank aside. That she survived a slug across the face is me bending the capabilities of Aura already. Think of it more like 'Wow, the most powerful variant of the most physically powerful race in the GALAXY couldn't even come out of a scrap with her without losing blood.'