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POV: Eschucivi Dashi
I woke up in a cold sweat springing out of my bed with my knife in hand frantically looking around for enemies. Seeing and knowing that there were none after a few moments I calmed my beating heart and wiped the sweat from my brow. Sighing and sheathing my knife I walked over to the mirror and washed my face with the sink water below the mirror.
Looking up from the sink and into the mirror my reflection was myself for but a moment as we smiled at each other. A singular second later my reflection scowled at me and began to pace in the mirror staring at me with hate filled eyes. I had seen this before and it never bothered me as it never spoke. It was incapable of it but this time was different. Both of us could just feel it.
"Piss off," were my only words as I turned away from the mirror only for my reflection to speak. There was nothing but pure shame and anger within its voice.
"I hate you and everything that you have done in my body. You are a monster," the reflection growled and I couldn't help myself from answering the challenge in their voice.
"Your body? Don't make me laugh! It's our body!"
"Like fucking hell it is! Ever since I found that fucking orb you have taken everything from me! My sisters! My daughter! You killed innocents! Became a fucking SLAVER! And now you're obsessed with my daughters surrogate son! GO FUCK YOURSELF!" I couldn't help but laught in my reflections face.
"And yet I acted on every single one of your own instincts! Everything that you've ever wanted to do I just made possible! You wanted power and you go-"
"At the cost of everything that I held dear! And don't you dare think for a moment you completely control me! I'm breaking through, I'm taking my fucking body back! You know it as much as I do you fucking cunt!"
"Think that as much as you want. You are nothing and will always be nothing. You were just a puppet for those above you and now I'm making sure we make -"
At that very moment we felt it. An infantile ripple was sent throughout the galaxy that could only hope to be felt by the strongest of biotics. The Justicars must've felt it along with all of the Ardat Yakshi's; and other sects must've felt it as well. It was something that was heralded as prophecy in some places and an omen of dread in others. An awakening… of the 5th Essence user. Someone we both knew.
However, as we felt it there was something wrong. This awakening wasn't pure, it wasn't through strength or power. It was forced upon Aedon by himself. He forced himself to awaken his power through… drugs and something else that I couldn't identify. It was a bastardized version of a pure awakening exponentially weaker than a true Essence user should be and he would fall far short of his full potential here but it showed enough to us. It showed that he was capable of Esssence and from the pang of absolute power that emanated from the ripple, it showed that he might just be capable of Total Sync with his avatar…
Something that I might need to rethink. I no longer believe it will be a viking but have absolutely no idea on what it could be. It could be anything but the only thing it could be was someone or something that encapsulated who he was as a person. To find out what that would be in the future was purely arousing.
"He will kill you and set me free from your fucking tornment!" my reflection announced and in a moment of anger I smashed the mirror with my fist sending her back to wherever she came from.
POV: Aedon Wynne, Torchbearer, and Red Eyes
Charging at the horde of husks and Collectors in front of me with all of us roaring at each other was exhilarating. It was only pure rage and joy I felt as we charged against each other and there was no doubt that there was a smile on my face. However, it quickly changed into a snarl as we gradually got closer to each other.
As we got close I jumped up out of pure instinct raising my ax high and feeling the power of my biotics building up exponentially within the ax. Then bringing it down into the ground in the middle of the crowd of husks I jumped into. It exploded outwards around me like a tsunami ripping apart everything and everyone around me within a 20 foot radius. The husks outside of that radius were sent flying at the impact of the ax and subsequent biotic explosion.
Ripping my ax out of the ground and standing up the husks immediately began swarming me. As they did so I began moving like a man possessed hacking, slashing and stabbing at anything that got close to me and was deemed a threat. These husks were NOTHING to me with my ax releasing my biotic energy at times. Cutting through several husks every time it did. Not to mention my Torch construct setting fire to them and then them running into others setting them aflame as well.
Soon it became were I was surrounded by fire from the burning husks but they kept on coming. There was no stopping them but with my weapons and with the drains that I would do to them to get more power. The pounding headache and blurring of vision from Horizon returned as I kept fighting. Even with my red tinted vision it continued and there was nothing that could stop me. They were UNWORTHY to even stand in our presence.
We were better than them. In every sense of the word they were all inferior to us. They were unworthy to even stand in our presence as we ripped through them. Even when they began mixing in their suicide bombers we got every single one of them before they were even able to get close to us. Making them explode with either Overlodes or Incinerate programs often times killing ten other husks because of their close proximity.
Still, they kept on coming against us and the tide of them was unstoppable. They were an unstoppable force but we were an immovable object and we we weren't about to let them best us. So we continued to fight against the tide of husks that came against us. Every swing of our ax taking at bare minimum of one husk with it and every swing of the torch construct lighting several on fire at a time.
There was no stopping either of us. The killing continued and even when I drained them and took their power they kept on coming. Even the new ones that could send out shockwaves were making their way to me but this time we could see the shockwaves as they came at us no matter what way we were looking. Often times grabbing the ground as the shockwave came in and absorbing the power of the shockwave.
As we did that it somehow didn't register in their minds that they were just feeding us. Feeding us power and strength to continue this fight against them. Making my eyes, nose and mouth bleed even more blood than they were before. However, no matter how much blood seeped out of them it never bothered me.
Smacking away the closest husks before bringing in all of my biotic power and letting it loose. The resulting explosion ripped the husks within 150 feet to atoms and anything withing 400 feet around me was sent flying like ragdolls.
As soon as that was done we were surprised that we didn't fall down though a hole we could've made. There was no hole though and all of our power went outwards but not down but it did rip the walls around us to ribbons like they were nothing. This had a negative side effect though as all the husks that were waiting behind the walls to come at us now had a free path instead of going through the paths that were constructed.
This resulted in us being absolutely swarmed by more husks as they came at us. Looking at the charging husks we took a deep breath and let everything out. Screaming in all directions. Eviscerating husks that were closest and sending the ones just out of range of being eviscerated flying backwards splatting into walls dead. Doing so though with the scream I could feel my vocal cords scream in protest but we pushed it down. There was no time for us to concern ourselves with our minor wellbeing. I had to make sure that we survived this horde.
As our scream ended so did our respite as the entirety of the horde charged at us again. This time instead of coming straight at us they came from all directions. However, we were ever ready for their onslaught and answered their challenge with fervor. They WILL NOT KILL US. WE ARE UNSTOPABLE! WE ARE INEVITABLE! WE ARE GOD'S CHOSEN AND HIS FAITHFUL DO NOT FAIL!
KILL ALL OF THEM!
Roaring out my challenge we met the horde of husks now with Collectors in front of us and ran through their line of challengers. Hacking, slashing, stabbing and burning every single one of them got close enough. They were unworthy to even be in this close of a proximity to us and we showed them the error of their ways with each swing of our arms, both real and biotic. Every swing killing or setting aflame more than just one.
We continued to fight and kill each and every one of them as they were absolutely nothing to us. No matter if they were once humans and innocents that didn't matter to me anymore! Let my RAGE consume every single one of them so that they may know the error of their ways. None of them are worth of anything in the grand scheme of things anymore. They are nothing but slaves to the Reapers and I will release them of their mortal coil so that they may be free in the afterlife.
As the husks came at me throwing everything they could at me so did the Collectors. Firing off shots when they had the opportunity to hit. Most of their shots did in fact hit us punching through our weakened shields and piercing through our body. However, none of them were life threatening and most were in areas I could survive through. Meaning that most were grazes but there were three that weren't.
Those that weren't hurt. One went straight through the upper portion of my thigh barely missing the artery. Another went through the outer portion of my chest barely missing my armor plating and punched straight through the edge of my lung. The third slammed into my left bicep and tore through the bone breaking it and basically making my left arm useless.
Even with the arm broken and next to useless I continued to use it. Continued to swing with it attacking everything that came close. Knowing I had to eliminate the Collectors I charged through the horde of husks towards them. Their shots continuing to hit me but again they were all grazes as I jumped around like a spider monkey on crack. Killing anything that got in my way on my drive to eliminate the Collectors.
Before long though I was in their midst. From their it became a class on pure slaughter. We hacked them to pieces as we ran through them like a hot knife through butter. They couldn't stop us and even if they wanted to there was no way that they could. Our movement, our skill, our force was just something that they could not realistically match and we showed them as such. They were nothing.
A couple of those fucking Collectors were able to get possesed by their puppet master though before I could kill them. Of those few that did they used the slaughter of their brethren to get close and grab me. Each time they did it rendered me immobile and I saw all of their memories. All of their hate, regret, love, hope, sadness, and empathy. Everything under the sun they pushed onto me.
It was also at this point that we could feel ourselves begin to slow. No matter our power and rage we could do nothing about pure exhaustion and blood loss. Both rearing their ugly and mighty heads at this point in time.
Each time they did that rendering me immobile the husks tore into me. Ripping my armor to pieces and tearing into my body making me their own personal scratching tower like cats. Still my biotics held off most but not all of them. There was one time where I was immobile where I felt one of them tear into my gut tearing the lining of my abdomen. This resulted in me releasing my biotic power sending them everywhere. Eviscerating some but nowhere near all of the Collectors as I didn't build up the power and released it quickly out of instinct.
With that brief respite I grabbed the stapler out of my med pack and stapled the slash closed so my guts wouldn't spill out. Infusing medi-gel at the same time just to make sure. It was nowhere near a permanent solution but it would work for now. Either way the fight continued.
That is until another Collector possessed by whatever the fuck they were grabbed me again. This time one of the husks put one of their claw like fingers inside of my mouth on my left cheek and ripped it out. Tearing through my cheek and beard giving me a half glasgow smile. This, like the cut on my abdomen, woke me up from the Collectors influence and again I blew them away on instinct. My left cheek flapping in the wind from the blow.
Continuing to fight I ripped every single one of them to shreds as I came across them. My anger only building the more I got injured. My strength almost quadrupling as I ripped through them. Simply pushing them away shattering their chest as I fought them. Draining and killing as I went. No matter how many they sent they were no match.
I could actually see the numbers now knowing that there were no more than 80 husks and Collectors now. From the hundreds they had before they were reduced to this number but the fight wasn't over.
We continued to fight. Killing everything that got close to us with absolutely no remorse until there were just a few of them left but they got the better of me. I was completely out of energy at this point no matter our anger and spite. There was nothing that could be done about exhaustion and blood loss.
The cut across my gut and cheek weren't the only ones. I didn't look but I knew I was bleeding from almost every single place on my body, including my groin. The only places that were mostly untouched were my neck, thanks to the neck guard, and my head. That didn't mean they were untouched though as I knew blood was seeping out everywhere. It wouldn't surprise us if my entire head and neck was caked in blood.
My exhuastion got to the point that after we killed one of the husks we fell down to our knees and coughed up blood. This, of course, was taken advantage of by the closest Collector who was possessed and they grabbed my head. They immediately began to shove all of their memories and feelings into me but at the very end there was Harbinger.
However, as Harbinger appeared within our mindscape he didn't make a peep and instead looked at me in shock because I was not alone. I don't know who or what it was behind me but their absolute power eclipsed both of us without even trying. The only thing that I could make out from them was the power that they emanated towards me. I felt protected, warm and safe; like nothing and no one could harm me no matter what they wanted.
As the third beings power enveloped me and exploded outwards towards Harbinger I saw fear in the squid. Fear of the unknown and something that it could never hope to understand. Even I would never try to understand what was going on but that didn't matter to me. The only thing that mattered was that the squid was terrified of me and whoever was backing me.
"You will ALL fear me," I growled out staring at Harbinger dead in the eyes and he didn't respond. Simply cutting the connection between us.
Waking up from the trance the Collector who had been possessed was no longer and stared at me in what could only be shock. That was their last facial feature as my ax decapitated them. It was also at that moment that ever single one of the other husks and Collectors charged me with reckless abandon. And for the first time in this fight I was overwhelmed.
Even with their vastly reduced numbers I was simply too exhausted to truly do anything to them. They clawed, cut, scratched, and slashed at me in every way and the Collectors who didn't join the fray fired indiscriminately at me not caring if they hit the husks. As they continued to pile onto me though my anger built to the point of boiling over. When it did boil over I brought every ounce of strength I still had into me and exploded it outwards eviscerating everything around me and finally killing every single Collector and husk in the way.
Looking up from the ground I confirmed I was alone after exploding my power and breathed a sigh of relief. This relief quickly changed to a groan as more and more Colloectors and husks came out of the tunnels in front of me. I had already killed hundreds of them and there were still more of them! There was a lot less this time and they all piled into a neat line in front of me.
I could tell there weren't any more as after a minute or two of the Collectors and husks coming out of the tunnels they stopped coming out of them. Every single one of them looked down at me as I sat on my knees as if to say that no matter what I did it would never be enough. Fuck this.
Reaching to my back where my pistol was I grabbed it with my augmetic and lifted it at the new approaching hoard. My entire arm emanating violent biotic energy and it traveled to my pistol. It was resonating with the eezo in the bullets and it released explosive biotic energy around my hand. However, after a few moments it calmed down and instead began changing into a churning tornado of pure biotic power around my pistol before I pulled the trigger.
KA-BOOM!
POV: John Shepard
We fought like demons possessed after Aedon had been lifted away from us. Every single person fought like they couldn't be stopped and we wouldn't be. Jack especially as everything that got even near her was reduced to complete atoms. Not to mention the Vatican soldiers; in their minds they had all failed their main mission objective and fought with such tenacity and ingenuity that only belonged in the N7 program which I had no doubt they all came from.
Every single person fought and reached new heights with all of their power. Until we finally reached the place where we were supposed to plant the bomb. Waiting there for us though was a fucking Reaper. Obviously not finished but just looking at it and its human skeleton we all knew what they were trying to do. To create a human Reaper and that alone scared the hell out of us.
It wouldn't and didn't stop us from planning to plant the bomb. However, as we started the process to planting the bomb the Reaper woke up. Its first swing at us from where it hung missed everyone but forced all of us into cover. From there all of us began taking pot shots at the fucking thing but there were next to no weaknesses on the thing besides the eyes. Something that I called out to everyone else.
As soon as they did they began targeting the eyes and as they did it gave me enough time to pull out the M-920 CAIN. Basically a mini-nuke launger and aimed it at the Reaper. That being said just as the CAIN was finally fully charged and I pulled the trigger the Reaper slammed its hand into the platform that we were on. That threw off my aim just enough that instead of slamming into its face the shot hit its left elbow. It still blew off everything below the elbow but that was the only shot I had. The CAIN was now useless and we didn't kill it; fuck.
We might not make it out of th-
KA-BOOM!
My thoughts were cut off by a monumentally loud noise from behind me. Even still I knew that the sound was muffled by the wall but to still hear it and for it to basically deafen me was something else. What in the fuck could produce that type of sound? Absolutely nothing came to my mind.
Instinctively I looked to where the shot came from only to see a massive gapping hole in the wall. Then I looked over at the Reaper and noticed that its entire right arm from the shoulder down was gone. Completely eviscerated and not only that but from its shoulder to its collar bone looked like someone had taken a hacksaw to it. The Reaper seemed just as surprised at me though, as did everyone else.
Then, through the silence the shot had created, all of us heard steps. Each one was slow and methodical but we heard each and every one of them. None of us, including the Reaper, could take our eyes off the hole as the steps continued their trek. Each one resonating like a thunder clap to our ears as we watched the hole with trepidation.
The steps continued for another minute before we were able to finally see who they belonged to. Aedon stood there with biotic power barely present around his body but even in his far weakened state all of us could feel the power it resonated around him. Not to mention that his body looked like he had gone 12 rounds with a bear with both hands tied behind his back. Still, he stood their unflinching as he stared down the Reaper. His eyes completely enveloped in blood as blood seeped out of his eyes, nose, mouth and even his ears. And said Reaper fucking COWERED under his glare.
That wasn't what caught my eye though. His whole body looked like a Jackson Pollock painting of blood. His armor was ripped and shredded in so many places I couldn't count them all. He had a gaping wound in his abdomen that was literally stapled shut, his cheek was flapping in the wind. His left arm looked like it had gone through the depths of hell from the damage. His legs and body were no different either. The man looked like quite literally a walking corpse with only anger and spite holding him together.
Unbound by Excision (beat drop should be in a particular place but y'all may need to fiddle with it while reading because everyone's ability to read is different but it'll be worth it. Trust me.)
That being said though, that wasn't what truly caught my attention. What did was his right arm among other things. His right arm was completely biotic from the stump that had been his arm. Glowing a bright purple and blue with, somehow, golden highlights. There was no way that should've been possible but Aedon continued to absolutely defy every single rule the universe had set. That wasn't all though as his left arm and hand began to glow a dull white
He took another step forward dropping the few feet onto the platform. As he landed he stood there unflinchingly, continuing to stare down the Reaper. His entire body resonating so much power that we could feel it in our bones. This had to be Essence. It was at this moment I noticed what was behind him. Sprouting from his back wer-
"What you have done here!" he began voice roaring in our ears as if he held a megaphone to them. "Will never be forgiven, will never be forgotten and I will make sure ALL of you pay for it."
As he talked he took a steps towards the Reaper who seemed to be desperately looking for a way out. However, from the cords and tubes attached to it there was no where for it to go. So, instead it simply roared at us and Aedon. Each of us taking cover and clamping our hands over our ears at the roar but not Aedon. He simply continued to stride forward as if it was a regular day. His left arm now a completely blinding white shrouding his entire person as he strode forward.
He walked past all of us sending small nods of acknowledgment to each of us as he did so. Even through the blinding white light of his arm we saw him nod to us as if something wanted us to see it. Then he got to the edge of the platform that we were on staring up at the Reaper defiantly.
Again the Reaper cowered before his glare but after a moment regained their composer and stared down at Aedon. However, Aedon didn't seem to give two shits and continued to stare down the Reaper in total silence despite the size differnce. Then the Reaper lowered themselves to Aedon and roared in his face. The resulting blast from the scream threw one of the Vatican soldiers, who had peeked out to far, airborn from the sheer force of the scream but I caught him and brought him back into cover before he could fall over the edge.
Aedon, though, didn't move as the Reaper roared in his face completely unaffected. He just continued to stare, his arm continuing to glow. The intensity of the glow increasing to the point where it was blinding to everyone but I kept on watching him. Wondering what he would do because at this point fuck my eyes. The Alliance or the Council could take care of anything that happened to them.
"I will repeat myself," he spoke in a deathly calm voice that seemed to echo across the entire area as he stared into the eyes of the Reaper mere inches from him.
Then as he continued to stare down the Reaper his biotic power surged around him. Pulsing in power it descended upon us with a terrifying strength drowning the entire platform. Reality literally distorting around his body as he stood there; biotic power sparking and lighting aflame like a fire on his body and around him. The Reaper leaning away from him in fear as he just continued to stare it down.
For a moment as well as his power surged something appeared behind him. Something that held so much raw and absolute power that I couldn't understand it at all. It was as if my mind just went blank upon seeing them. As quickly as they appeared though they vanished without a trace.
"I don't know if you can feel, hear or even talk to your siblings but all of you. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU. WILL FEAR ME."
Then he thrust his left hand out. The blinding white light shooting out of his left hand and straight into the head of the Reaper. The Reaper didn't react at all as Aedon stood there unflinchingly and in a moment it was all over. The white light receded and Aedon stood there uncompromised as the Reaper fell backwards eyes bleak and completely drained. Aedon had DRAINED a fucking Reaper, even if it wasn't fully formed he still did it!
All of us stood up from our cover as we had watched what he had done. Every single one of us was completely dumbfounded as we walked out of cover. We went to the edge and looked over it only to see the corpse of the Reaper at least a kilometer below us. Then we, as one, turned back to Aedon who continued to just stand there unflinchingly. His eyes in a far away place as his biotic right arm faded out leaving just the stump.
"This detox is really gonna fucking suck," and then he fell backwards. The first to react to his collapse was the medic from the Vatican squad who shot forward milliseconds before Jack and myself and caught him. The soldier then lowered Aedon to the ground and as the medic got to work I looked over to Grunt and made a simple gesture. He got it through and planted the bomb arming it. Nodding at that I looked over to the doc hovering over Aedon.
"Doc."
"Sir, he's somehow stable but I don't know for how long. His body could've gone through an artillery strike and gotten less damage. He needs a hospital and I don't just mean the Normandy, I mean a real bonafide hospital," I nodded to him and looked over to Grunt only to see a thumbs up. As soon as he did that the Illusive Man appeared in a hologram out of my omni-tool.
"Shepard! You're making a mi-" The Illusive Man started as but it took me all of half a second to answer and cut off TIM as he popped up from my omni-tool.
"Fuck off Timmy. I was never here for you or Cerberus. I was here for Humanity and you've outlived your usage," I cut the call off before looking around at everyone. "Let's move! Grunt, take Aedon."
From there it was a mad sprint back the way we came. The Collectors that got in our way we ran right past taking a few pot shots at them just to keep them in cover. Either way there was no way that they would stop us as we ran. Even when they did land shots on us our shields took care of them and if they didn't the shots were either grazes or in places that didn't matter. Meaning that the places they hit weren't vital to our survival.
So we continued to run. Running past everything that we had come across and even into the elevator in this place. At least this one seemed to move fast as we stopped on our floor within moments. When we did we all sprinted out firing in all directions just in case but there was no reason to worry, there was no Collectors on this level anymore.
Anyways we continued on our way back to the Normandy. We ran like absolute crack fiends and when the Normandy came into view we increased our pace. To the point that all of us were moving at breakneck paces and as we approached the cargo doors opened. Diving inside I looked behind me to make sure everyone was inside before shouting out to Joker.
"Get us to the Citadel right fucking now!" I roared and at my words the ship took off like it was possessed. As we approached the Relay the bomb went off eviscerating the entire Collector base, god I love nukes.
As it took off I followed the Vatican medic, Jack, Grunt and Garrus as they carried Aedon on a stretcher towards the med bay. Everyone got out of our way as we ran towards the med bay. The only person who didn't was Tali; who immediately began to follow us as soon as she saw Aedon and the state that he was in.
Reaching the Med Bay Dr. Chakwas ushered all of us out of the room and tried to make Tali leave, it didn't work. I don't know what they said between each other but from the scream of incoherent rage from Tali she wasn't leaving the room no matter what. As her scream resonated out of the med bay we all got to see Dr. Chakwas back down; the first time ever in our eyes.
From there Dr. Chakwas got to work on doing everything that she could for Aedon. As soon as she started working on him Joker hit the Relay and we shot through space straight to the Citadel. The only thing that delayed us was the time between Relay switches. Each of which didn't take longer than a couple of minutes. Either way within a half hour we arrived in the Serpent Nebula where the Citadel was and made a beeline straight for Huerta.
Citadel security and their regulations were throwing an absolute fit as we approached. Trying to get us to land at one of the docs but I was having absolutely none of it. Neither was Joker as well as he called me up to the cockpit. Storming into the cockpit I heard one of the air traffic controllers talking.
"-I'm sorry sir but you need to get a pa-" that's about as far as the Citadel controller got before I took over from Joker. Who had been completely ignoring them regardless.
"My name is John Shepard. I am a Spectre so I am going to tell you how this will go. We will be landing in front of Huerta Memorial Hospital where there WILL be a trauma team waiting for us. They will immediately take our patient off our hands. Make sure the Trauma Team is ready and a full surgery suite is prepared," I cut the connection there and didn't care if they responded.
From there Joker put on his game face and pushed the Normandy as fast as she could go. Damn near ripping her apart as he entered the Citadel's gravity field but none of us cared. Then as he stopped in front of the hospital he drifted the whole of Normandy and made sure that the Cargo bay was facing the hospital. The cargo bay opening as soon as he landed and Dr. Chakwas along with Tali shot out of it with Aedon on a stretcher.
I watched this from the camera's in the cockpit and breathed a giant sigh of relief. However, that sigh of relief quickly changed to a sigh of exasperation as both Tali and Jack shouted down the nearest medical officer who looked completely terrified. Both of them proceeded to follow Aedon into the hospital. I took that as my cue to follow them; I needed to be the guiding hand in case they decided to go crazy again.
Leaving the cockpit I made my way out of the ship and towards the hospital. Going inside I followed the sounds of shouting and rage which could only have originated from women scorned. Eventually finding them Tali and Jack were standing in front of a surgery room shouting down an intern who had no idea how to handle them. They both were demanding to be with Aedon but the intern just kept saying 'No' as it was the only word he could actually get out.
"Tali. Jack," I snapped out as I approached them; each shooting their heads towards me. "Let them work, it's in their hands now."
"Thank you si-" that was as far as the intern got before my gaze landed on him and his voice caught in his throat as he saw my gaze.
"Do not fail," my glare intense but to the interns credit he responded immediately.
"Doctor Turk* is the best surgeon we have sir. He won't fail you," then he turned around and went through the doors of the surgery room. Once he did Tali, Jack and myself sat our asses down on one of the benches outside of the room and waited. As we did I sent a simple message to Frank through my omni-tool. Saying that Aedon would need a new right arm as it had been ripped off from the mid point of the bicep downwards. I got a response immediately with a simple one letter: K.
POV: Frank
Alright… so the kid needs a new arm. Fucking Hell can he just stop being dismembered, it's not the fucking hard. Sighing in exasperation I went to the forge and grabbed the best metal that money could buy. The Metioric alloy that made my former and now his helmet. Definitely capable of taking a rocket to it and still functioning.
As I grabbed the metal though I knew that it wouldn't be enough for a full arm. It was close to the required amount but it fell short. Not to mention that if his arm was gone than his armor had to be fucked. Something that infuriated me on principal; I built it from the ground up and now I'm going to have to do it all over again. Ugh, he's lucky I love him.
That being said there was enough left over geth parts from the attack on the Citadel two plus years ago that making it wouldn't be all that hard. Again it was his arm that was the problem. There simply wasn't enough material to make it and if I mixed the other metals with it; well a lot of its integrity would be lost. Something that couldn't be allowed to happen with all the shit this kid goes through.
Now, the problem was getting more alloy for the arm would take months if not over a year and that was if I was lucky. Hell, most of the alloy I found on a job that was near unexplored space and that was last time it was found. Only fucking Dashi has found it besides myself. Which is same material she made her, Juni's and now Aedon's wea… weapons… my eyes drifted over to where Juni's sword lay and I hated myself for even considering it.
There was so little I had left of Juni including that sword. She was everything that I ever wanted in this galaxy and that sword encapsulates who she was. Uncompromising, sharp, deadly and really god damn sexy. However, at the same time I truly did know her and knew that without a doubt if given this same opportunity she wouldn't hesitate to use it. Huh, I guess his mother will truly be apart of him from now on.
Grabbing the sword and the alloy from the basement I got to work on creating his new arm. Before I began I sent and sent a message to Ceelo asking for possible arms for Aedon only to get an immediate response. He had the bluesprints ready with some weird wiring he said he would personally do. I wanted to ask why he already the blueprints ready but chalked it up to pure paranoia.
POV: Unknown
I stood over the kids bed hours after his surgery wondering how he evaded my grasp yet again. This cheeky little fucker has evaded me so many times that at this point a some of my subordinates have started placing bets on when would be the moment he actually bites the dust. The smart money, and my money actually, was on that this shit stain would die of natural causes. It's just how it worked; the most spiteful always last the longest.
It's been, four days since his surgery, and they planned on keeping him in a medically induced coma for at least another week. The drugs this shit head pumped into his system wreaked havoc on his body, not to mention all the drains. It was a miracle his brain hadn't been reduced to pure mush which made several of my subordinates question why I didn't take his soul out of pure principle.
Simply put, I didn't because I was curious. This kid was the very definition of a paradox; nothing made any real type of sense around him not to mention that the laws of biotics simply didn't apply to him. I've been around since the dawn of time and there have been vastly few beings that could compared to him. Plus, he's also not a psychopath and still sends me souls.
Then there was the fact that he was a halfway decent person and gave a shit about those around him. Hell, it showed in how he's been a mentor for the girl, a friend for the Turian and Commander, and a pseudo uncle for the Krogan. And the love of a particular Quarian princess. Their love ws pure as well too; a rare trait to find at any one point in time.
Pushing that aside for now I remembered why I was here again as for the 5th time in four days. The kid had died yet again but they brought him back with a defibrillator so his soul was in the clear for now. As for the five times two of them had happened when he was on the table during surgery. Once brought back with a defibulator but the second time the Surgeon reached into the kids chest cavity, grabbed his heart and manually pumped it until it started back up on its own. A ballsy move by the human surgeon but no less impressive.
The other three times he's flatlined had been after the surgery and each time they were able to bring him back. Something that caused a lot a stress on his friends as a few were pacing around the room while the rest sat in their chairs and simply waited while the doctors did their final checks on the boy before leaving. Looking at his friends and mentotrs now I noticed that only Frank wasn't here as he was working on the boys new arm and armor.
Either way, with the boy was no longer in danger of dying again for now I took my leave completely unnoticed by everyone. I wonder what the galaxy has in store for you young one; do not disappoint. You still have so many souls left to send me. Besides, this kid is the first one ever to receive boy scouts favor. Who would I be if I didn't watch him and see the reason behind that.
And that's all she wrote people. Hope y'all enjoyed that. Please let me know how I did.
*1: Turk from Scrubs