M-Angel: So because I got ten reviews in the first day-
Heretic Knight 515: -Which I'm not jealous of at all, btw. Not at all. Not even a little bit. My new story got… plenty of reviews. Plenty!
M-Angel: Er… okay. I thought I'd surprise everybody and post a second chapter. Now as for the anonymous review questions, I can't answer all of them, but for the reviewer who asked so many questions, one of those questions you asked may or may not be close to the answer. That's all you're getting from me on this subject.
Knight: Enjoy the chapter, guys!
M-Angel: Now, on to the story!
Chapter 2: Searching
I sighed as I sank into the deep tub and allowed the lavender bubbles soak into my body. Today had been very stressful. Waking up, only to find out that I was no longer in my home… I was in a different time and place. Does my family even exist here? I wondered. I chewed my bottom lip. What was I suppose to do now? Get a job, stupid. I leaned back and laid my head on the towel at the edge of the tub and let out a deep sigh. I had been living in the year 2011. It was only a month before my twenty-fourth birthday. I knew I was dreading it, even in this time. To a woman, age was a touchy subject, even more touchy to a woman was a bit overweight, like myself. I sighed again. No boyfriend, not job... No life. I gave another sigh. So why am I sad again? I hesitated. Besides the obvious?
Here on the Citadel I had a chance to do things I always wanted to do. I could be a medic, just like my best friend had been. I wonder what happened to her? I wondered blissfully for the hundredth time. That was when my eyes landed on the little blue form peeking at me from my doorway.
"Nala?" I asked. I heard a quick intake of breath followed by the patter of feet running away. I chuckled. I guess even Asari children are curious about the female body. I shook my head and chuckled again as a memory of myself doing the very same thing to my own mother when I was so very young. I loved my mother. She had raised me and my siblings on the basic principles that all men were created equally. In other words, country principles. She and my father had raised us on a farm with horses, chickens, cows, and even goats. I had loved the goats. Then my father had lost his job, which meant selling the animals and the farm and for the last four years we had lived in a rental house in suburbia. My brother, who was five years older than me, had married. Leaving me as the only one of my siblings unmarried.
I got out of the tub and wrapped a house coat around myself. How could I marry? I never went out because I didn't own a car or have a job. So how could I meet guys? Internet dating? Too dangerous. Hookups by my best friend? Too lame. I shook my head as I sat down on my bed and began brushing my hair. I then stared at the brush. Where's this come from? It was was then that I noticed that on top of the waist high dresser was now a mirror, make-up, hair pins and tie-backs, and even a new toothbrush and toothpaste. Nala. I thought with a smile. She and Ylara must have brought this stuff in after I had gotten into the tub. As I walked into the closet my eyes widened and I felt my face heat up when I picked up one of the items. It was a beautiful blue low, very low, neck dress. I found at least ten dresses like that one, only different colors. Each time I saw one, my face became even hotter. Finally I found a reasonably modest dress. It was a green off the shoulder dress with a feathery puff skirt that went down to my knees. It also had a pair of heels that went with them. Yeah, the country girl in a city girl's dress. This should be good. I was gonna break my neck with those heels. I shook my head and sigh. Then I found the most wonderful thing ever! Jeans! Honest to god, blue jeans! Three pairs! I breathed a deep sigh of relief.
I then walked back to the waist-height vanity dresser and looked inside one drawer and suddenly shut it fast. My face lit up like it was on fire. Those intimates were definitely...intimate. I coughed as I took another deep breath. I opened another and was happier when I saw some silky shirts and pants. Much better. I then grabbed a blue silk shirt and matching pants. I then sat down on the bed and became better acquainted with my new omni-tool.
Asari - First galactic race to find the Citidel that was being cared for by the Keepers. The Asari have extremely longs lives. The oldest known Asari was Matriarch Vesashia who lived one thousand five hundred and eighty-two years.
My eyes widened. "Holy crap." I muttered.
Asari are the only known species to be an all female race.
I blinked at that information. "Guess they don't have room for problems with lesbians." I muttered quietly.
Asari gestation cycles last eighteen months. During this time the 'mother' is in a very vulnerable position. She cannot use her biotics for fear of a miscarriage, therefore it is imparritive that her bondmate keep her in a safe location and out of stressful situations. See more on Asari Pregnancy in Doctor Andra's vid series Asari Pregnancies and Caring of said Pregnant Asari.
"Well that's just a mouthful." I thought outloud. I then began going through the other races. I had to admit the Volus were interesting. Hanar, just plain weird. Salarians were controlled by their females, who were the ones who controlled their governments and military.
Explains why they don't get into many wars. Turians were a predator species. They were the opposite of the Salarians. They loved war. They loved fighting. Hell fighting even turned their males on, in a sexual manner of speaking. That's just wrong. I then came to the Quarian race and found surprisingly very little about the race. Just that they'd been kicked off of their home planet of Rannoch by a synthetic race of AI's that they'd created named the Geth, that lived beyond the Perseus Veil. There was link for the Geth. The Geth hadn't been seen since three hundred years ago until Spectre Saren attacked the human colony of Eden Prime in the year 2183.
It was then that the first human specter was created. Spectre Commander Ann Shepard. She had tracked down Saren and his Geth and found them at the Battle of the Citadel when a Geth Dreadnought attacked the Citadel. When I clicked the side link towards Shepard a whole slew of information came up including that she'd died three months after the battle on the Citadel. So Shepard's dead? Ain't she supposed to come back to life in Mass Effect 2? What was it, two years she was dead? I groaned. I looked down at the date she died. 2183 I then switched over to today's calendar. September 7, 2184...So she's been dead a year? I gave a sigh. It was at that moment that I heard the sound of ice against glass. I turned and saw Nala standing there with a tray of food. "Second-Mother told me to bring you this." she said as she looked for a place to sit it. I got off the bed and took it from her and sat it down at the desk.
"Thank you, Nala." I said, giving her a smile. She smiled back. "But I could have come down and ate with you and your family."
"Second-Mother thought you'd want to eat alone due to what you've been through today." she said politely. Can't argue with that.
"Tell both of your mothers thank you for me." I said. I then looked at her as she left. She was the size of a human twelve year old, but because of what the codex said about the Asari people if made me wonder. How old is she? I then sat down to eat and was mildly surprised to find food that I recognized. Chicken Alfredo, a salad and sweet tea. Huh.
As morning struck up the light streamed through the curtains. I began to awaken. I stretched my limbs and rolled over, only to find a small head in my line of sight. "Nala?" I said groggily.
She smiled. "Good morning." She said cheerfully. "First-mother asked me to help you find a job today." I blinked at her. "I'll leave you to get dressed and freshen up. With that she took off. I need to get a lock for the door.
The job search hadn't taken very long, in fact in turned out Nala's aunt Isa Mori' owned a clothing shop, though when she saw me in blue jeans and a white blouse she had shaken her head. "You must be Serena." Was all she said, and after that I was hired. She told me to start wearing dresses to work every day. Did I mention I don't do dresses very well? It turned out Nala was the equivalent of twenty-five years old, even though she looked twelve. The Asari species was quite interesting, or they were in my mind.
By the end of the first week I had grown a new hatred for dresses. They rode up in the most uncomfortable of places, especially if it was a tight-waisted shirt. Body dresses, or the ones that didn't show too much cleavage and left my face looking like a tomato, were actually comfortable to wear. High heels, that was another story.
By the end of the month I could start paying rent to Ya'isha and Ylara. Turned out Ya'isha was seventeen months pregnant and Ylara gonna be sent out into the Terminus System to search for the culprits that were destroying ships and killing innocents, mostly human. The assignment would last the month, which meant she'd miss the birth of Ya'isha's daughter. Ya'isha wasn't exactly happy, nor was she happy that I'd be her companion for the next month. Frankly, I was scared. Scared that something may go wrong and scared because Ya'isha was a scary woman.
"Excuse me miss." I looked up to the voice and saw a Turian male looking at me.
"Can you tell me where your employer is?" He asked. It was then I noticed the pistol on his hip and the heavy armor he wore, along with several markings on his face.
A merc looking for Isa? Not good.
"I'm sorry sir, but Miss Mori' isn't here right now…," I began and of course my voice was starting to break.
He chuckled. "Oh?" he asked. "Then where is she?"
"I-I don't know." I stuttered. Idiot! Why does my voice have to do this when I get scared.
"Me?" Came Isa's voice from behind him. The Turian turned around with a smile.
"Isa, my love." He said. "Don't you 'Isa my love' me, you…" She began. Uh-oh, lover's spat. Walk away, walk away! My inner self was yelling at me, but I couldn't walk away, but I could avert my eyes elsewhere.
"Isa…," he began.
"Don't!" she yelled. "You get out! You...," She growled, actually growled and walked away. He gave a deep sigh.
"Girl," he said. I looked up. "Know any way to get me back into her good graces?" He asked. I blinked. Don't help him. Stay out of it!
"Uh..." I began. "First, what did you do?"
"Got a lap dance from a Turian female named Kno Kno at a club." he said.
Okay, bad image. "Yeah," I began. "Uh, you may want to give her a few days to cool down and then maybe grovel a little. Or a lot."
He tilted his head to the side, obviously not understanding.
"Grovel?" he asked.
"Human expression." I said, "Means that you get down on your knees and beg for her forgiveness otherwise you and her are not gonna be on speaking terms."
He gave a heavy sigh and then growled. I shook my head. "What else, girl?" He said in a demanding voice.
"Maybe keep your 'little' buddy in his place and try not to piss off the one woman that gives a damn about you." I said. "Sorry, I just don't like guys like you." Crap!
"Like me?" He growled.
"Men who think they can do anything to a woman without consequences. A man who goes off sleeping, or in your case, getting lap dances from other women when the only woman you should want that is the woman you love. Not some skank in a bar." I said, my anger getting the best of me. "Sorry, but it's the truth."
My omni-tool chirped, indicating my shift was over. I looked back at him, the look on his face was either a deadly or a serious one. So I said the only thing that came to mind. "Thank you for coming to Isa's. Please have a nice day." And I walked away.
M-Angel: Holy crap! That was fun to write.
Knight: A little too clothes-oriented for my taste, and maybe a little too feminist. But it was fun to edit.
M-Angel: Hope everybody enjoyed this chapter. Certainly let's guys known what women are thinking, doesn't it?
Knight: Sexist.
M-Angel: LoL. Okay, so don't forget to review. I'm hoping to beat my last story that had 139 reviews when it ended. So bring on the reviews! XD
Knight: (in a pathetic whisper from behind M-Angel's back) And maybe check out my story, Yankee Knights… please… :D