Vetra sat quietly across from her co-pilot and friend Peebee in the mess hall. Her mind was still stumbling over what she had, for lack of better words, walked in on.
Pelessaria B'Sayle, otherwise known as Peebee, gave her friend a measured smile.
"You know, I think it's best you start at the top V."
Her comment seemed to snap Vetra out of her stupor and shift her mind into gear.
"Yeah, right..."
She looked down at her drink, then knocked back a massive swing of the stuff. Peebee cringed slightly, but bided her time. Vetra finally set the metal flask down with a solid clang, before addressing the only person that could ever truly get inside her head in more ways than one.
"Well it started after we were all supposedly in for the night in the family barracks..."
Vetra was stretching out on her bunk while she waited for Sid to come back from roll call. It had been a good day; she had a good sleep the night earlier, she and Peebee had nailed their sim-drop, and had even 'celebrated,' in their secret space. Vetra was still anxious in the back of her mind, no day ever went this well. There was always that one day that waited until the end to screw with you.
She groaned and stretched out again, maybe she was just being paranoid. She huffed mutely as she felt how loose she was. Damn, Pelessaria sure knew how to use her biotics.
Soon enough Sid came barreling in, full of energy as always. She eyed the overhead clock, right on time too, 10 minutes after Lights Out.
"What's the rush kiddo, you're acting like you just got tapped as a pilot?"
Vetra smiled at the small joke. Ever since she and Peebee had become pilots of Nomad Mercenary, Sid had almost died to become a pilot. Problem was, there wasn't anyone she was drift compatible with yet. Sid had instead become a Jaeger mechanic and oversaw changes and upkeep to Nomad. But every time she would clock out, Sid would race to the Kwoon room to train and study. Her reasoning was, she had to prove her readiness when she did meet someone who was.
When she didn't hear a rebuttal, as was the custom, Vetra cracked open an eye and looked at her sister. Sidera was bouncing from one foot to the other, and her mandibles were twitching to keep the smile in.
Vetra, sat up sharply.
No way...
Peebee openly spat out the gulp of her drink in complete shock.
"Are you freaking kidding me?"
Vetra growled at her, as she reached out to grab some napkins from the dispenser.
"Does it look like I'm kidding?"
Peebee looked her over for a moment as she wiped off the regurgitated spittle.
"No, actually it looks more like you just had a -"
Vetra threw a wad of used napkins at her partner's face.
"In the name of all the Spirits, will you please shut up?"
Grumbling something that sounded like 'killjoy,' Vetra waited while Peebee shot the wad into a nearby wastebasket.
"So, the kiddo got tapped. Shouldn't you be more, I don't know, ecstatic?"
Vetra's subharmonics dropped to that pitch Peebee had come to associate with the human word 'Deathwish.'
"Don't you think I wanted to! But it's Sid, she's just a kid, there's no way she's ready for that yet!"
Peebee gently patted her partner's arm, which seemed to pacify some of Vetra's over developed mothering instinct.
"Vetra Nyx, there's not always a rhyme and reason to the lives we lead. Sometimes it'll be of our own making, other times it'll be made for us, and then you wake up one day and realize that it's a bit of both. I'm sure that whatever Sidera has in front of her, you've helped prepare her for the best you can. Her life is just changing to keep up with her. Her life."
Peebee repeated the last part with an extra emphasis and ducked down to look up into Vetra's lovely eyes.
They sat in silence for a moment, before Vetra rotated her hand over and twined her fingers with the Asari.
"When did you start sounding so mature?"
Peebee pulled her hand back and crossed her arms as she pouted the best she could, while glaring at the Turian.
"Hey! You want to find someone else to give you a celebratory massage after a sim-drop, be my guest! But you won't find anyone as good as me."
Vetra chuckled as she held up her hands in surrender.
"No no, please, I very much like those massages."
Her harmonics pitched into a sultry purr that had Peebee's biotics flare slightly, before she leaned forward and resumed holding her hand.
"Story first and then we can go for round two."
Vetra snorted in annoyance, even as her harmonics trilled happily in the back of her throat.
"So, she got tapped, but the question is, who tapped her?"
Vetra groaned and put her head against the table.
"Isn't that the golden question?"
Peebee raised a brow, it couldn't have been that bad, right? She squeezed V's hand.
"Well?"
Vetra picked up her head and sighed.
"I found out who specifically tapped her, one Solana Vakarian, a Turian Kwoon instructor from Palaven."
Vetra stormed into the Senior Officer Country without so much as batting an eye at the watch. Who was also one very obnoxious Asari. Peebee jogged to catch up with her massive stomping strides, wondering what had happened.
She was on the night watch, nothing was happening, so she had kicked up her feet and was happily reading the pictorial memoirs of some fictional earth archeologist, Idaho Jones or something like that, then her Co-Pilot came storming through her watch station like an old Krogan warlord.
They stopped in front of a hatch with the name 'Vakarian' across it in big bold lettering. With no hesitation or preamble, Vetra pounded on the door. There was the sound of someone moving around inside and slow stomping steps coming up to the hatch.
Vetra raised her fist to pound the metal again, when the hatch yanked itself open to show one very furious looking Turian dressed in only loose sweatpants. One very furious male Turian. On his left side was a dark-skinned human female of either African or Mongolian ancestry with long raven black hair that went just past her waist and dyed blonde at the ends. Unlike the male however, she looked for all outward appearances, perfectly sanguine. Even though she had a bed cover wrapped around her like a toga, and was holding it up with her left arm.
"What?"
The male's growl snapped Vetra out of her stupor and looked back at the male.
"Isn't this where Solana Vakarian lives? Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in her room?"
The human laughed openly as the male growled in the oh so familiar pitch of 'Deathwish.'
"No, this is my quarters, and who I let into it is none of your damn business. Especially at 2300!"
He hissed, but it sounded strained for some reason. The woman had stopped laughing and was giggling giddily.
"Oh, you're such fun, would you like to come in for a drink? I'm sure Garrus wouldn't mind taking a breather for one round."
Peebee's eyes widened in surprise for two reasons. One, she had never met a human that was like this before, ever. Two, if her eyes weren't playing tricks on her, she could almost swear the back of the male's loose-fitting sweatpants was...moving?
"NO!"
The barked command came not only from Garrus, but Peebee as well once she realized it was in fact the human's hand moving around under the male's trousers.
"Yes."
Vetra challenged in her normal no-nonsense tone.
"Uh, V, I don't think Garrus wants us to."
Vetra turned to glare at her partner with all her fury.
"And what makes you think I'll change my mind? I need to speak to him then and have his sister change her mind."
Peebee groaned and yanked down her head, before hurriedly whispering into her ear. Vetra's eyes widened and she let out a soft gasp.
"But, she- He- She's Human though!"
The woman gave a thick honeyed laugh.
"Darling, I also have my hand down a fine Turian's pants, but if you want, I can also go down yours too."
Vetra's mind ground to a halt, utterly dumbfounded by the outright brazen invitation, before the male slammed the hatch in their faces.
"Sol's down the hall!"
He called through the hatch, before his subharmoincs mixed with his voice and dropped into a tone Peebee didn't even know a Turian could make.
"What am I going to do with you?"
There was some giggling again from the human.
"Thought you already knew big guy."
There was the sound of fabric hitting the floor and another growl from the male, that Peebee had come to associate with carnal hunger.
They had just managed to get down the end of the hall when they heard the scream from the woman. Vetra dashed back, opened the hatch, and just stood there, shocked. Peebee was still jogging to catch up and see what had happened when Garrus' voice bellowed out the open hatch.
"GET OUT!"
Vetra immediately complied, shut the hatch and grabbed Peebee as she half dragged her to the mess hall.
Vetra huffed as she put her face in both hands.
"I didn't even think that position was possible, especially with rope."
Peebee snorted and laughed at the stunned pitch to her partner's voice.
"Well..."
She drawled playfully as she gathered their cups and put them back.
"My relief will be on by now, so I know a way to get that image out of your head."
Vetra sat up straight and popped her neck, making Peebee cringe inside.
"Oh yeah, how?"
The lithe arms of her partner wrapped around her neck, while her face nuzzled against the other side.
"We go back to our special place and try it ourselves."
Peebee grinned at the purr she heard not ten minutes ago from the other Turian, echoed from her Turian now. This was already turning into a much better night than Vetra had planned, or expected.