I need to make the most of the time I have left. The last two years were maddening. First coming back from the dead, the Illusive man recruiting me into Cerberus, having to form a team of the most elite aliens this galaxy has to offer, rekindling my relationship with Liara, my turquoise love, finding ********* on TuChunka, having to swallow my pride and ask for his assistance, then finding out he was a fucking god the entire time. I don't care how many times he says he isn't one, he can practically do anything. At first, I was of course shocked, then saturated with outrage. I died and he wouldn't help me. It was only with the passage of time did I start to see things from his point of view. I really had no idea what was going to happen with the collectors. I try to tell myself another spectre could have done the job, I wasn't necessary, all delusions to try to justify my anger at current events.
Ever since ********* told us what he was, we slowly got to learn more and more about his history, I came to feel sorry for him. The stories about his world and his ordeal growing up punched my stomach. The pain he presses down when telling us a glimpse of his past is evident to a well-trained eye. At first, I was envious. Who wouldn't be? I would have liked omnipotence. If not me, why was he given, or I should say allowed the chance to become nigh omnipotent? Why not Captain Anderson? Admiral Hackett? Or the pope? Next, I was confused how someone with so much power never abused it. It was drilled into my head growing up 'absolute power corrupts absolutely.' ********* is the exception apparently. Could it be age? 10 years cooled down my temper growing up, can't imagine a thousand years. Hard enough to believe Liara will live that long.
I'm in the kitchen talking with Garrus. ********* should be coming by soon to start cooking. He usually does it at this hour, like clockwork. I'm going to miss his cooking. I'm turning myself into Alliance's custody after I report my findings to the council. I'm going to leverage my status and recent success to get deals for the crew members. They all seem like good people who risked their lives to help me. I'm betting most will get probation.
Garrus is telling me what happened to Tali and ********* while I was away. My heart aches for Tali. My favorite sniper tells me how ********* had an outburst after Tali was harmed and the whole mountain was about to come down.
I ask "Do you think he really would have done it?"
"Hard to say. I'm not even sure what an earthquake feels like. We don't really get many on Palavan. A few big ones every 40 years or so. I never had the opportunity to experience one. I don't even think it was an earthquake, he got so upset everything started to shake... but not" Garrus said.
I ask for clarification.
"It was like… everything was pulsing in rhythm with a giant racing heartbeat. It felt so weird. Has he ever told you how strong he actually is?" he asked.
"Well according to Jacob, he can bench press 10,000 lbs but he turned off gravity, so it is cheating."
"I'm more interested in his capabilities. I know he has tricks up his sleeves. Do you think he can blow up islands?" Garrus asked.
"I asked him that. Said he could but liked islands so never would" I said.
"What about planets?" Garrus asked.
"I don't know. We can ask him. This is strange he should be here by now" I said.
"I believe he is going to be preoccupied tonight" Garrus's tone is implying something.
Squinting my eyes "What aren't you telling me?"
"All I'm saying is he is in for a great time; I have the experience to back him up" Garrus winks at me.
"What did you do?" I ask. My question goes unanswered. ********* is walking.. No… limping towards us. His drained eyes hyper focused on the fridge. ********* pulls the door open, pulls out a one-gallon container of synthetic orange juice and gulps, gulps, gulps, gulps, refills the container while still gulping, gulps, gulps, burps, gulps, glups. He takes a break to gasp for air. "Ahhhh nutrients" he said.
"See what I mean. ********* you doing, ok?" You don't look like yourself" Garrus said.
"What do you mean?" ********* asked.
"He means why do you look like a wizened sweet potato?"
"Well... um... you know how Tali gives off this persona she is a dainty sweet little innocent quarian girl with a heart of gold?" ********* asked. Garrus and I nod in unison.
"Well… behind that lovely lavender shell... THERE IS A WOMAN UNDER THAT!" ********* said. Myself and Garrus laugh ourselves to near death.
"Always the ones you don't expect. May I ask, out of curiosity, is it different?" Liara only has a cloaca. Was wondering if she has one or two.
"I don't know. She wouldn't take the suit off. Tali wanted to do it 'quarian style'" He said.
"Do humans always look so tired after doing the sparring without armor?" Garrus asked.
"Is that how turians describe it? No that is unusual. What happened? Did she suck the life out you?" I ask.
"For the finale she did. I don't know what it is. I am always exhausted after sex. I think it has to do something with my trained nervous system. It makes it way more intense, but also comes at a great cost." He said.
"What cost?" Garrus asked.
"In humans, the climax releases a bunch of hormones, leaks minerals, spikes our heart rate, powerful muscles contractions, etc. It dazzles my nervous system and temporarily stops me from using my powers until it is recharged" he explained.
"Ah I hate to impose… but we need you" I said.
"Relax. At first it would take me nearly a month to regain my abilities. After some training, it now only takes me thirty minutes. If I want to, I could snort a 10mm, recharge in a higher dimension, reconstitute my glorious flesh, and time travel back to the present moment. But it takes way longer from my point of view. Also, Tali hates it when I do the old magic fake my death trick but with real magic and not a trick. But I am exhausted. Sadly, the price of my abilities cost my ignorance of how tiring sex can be" I said.
"You being real right now?" I ask.
"YES! Seriously, it is like someone lowered the resolution and reduced the FPS in my brain." ********* explained.
"Well, you might want to finish that up quick. I think someone is ready for round two. I point towards the hoppy Verbena behind him. Her fingers entwined. Tali's hips and shoulders twisting back and forth. The quarian's hip pressing against *********'s leg. "You ready to continue?" She asked. ********* his eyes figuratively pop out his skull. I quietly chuckle to myself. If that is the price for his powers, I'm glad I'll never make that bargain. Garrus and I cheer ********* on.
Just then, a genius idea pops into my head. "*********, would it be possible for you to make a wormhole so Liara and I can catch up?"
"It is not going to be today. Gentlemen I should go" ********* leaves to enjoy the rest of his night. I'm happy for those two. It has been a while since I called Liara. ********* replaced the orange juice with a duplicate. My minifridge needs restocking.