Garrus Vakarian (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
forgivetheinsubordination) wrote2037-04-27 09:49 pm
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IC Contact - Consignment
vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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[It is better than being teased about his poetry by her. Too many already know about it - Warriorhead, Noh-Varr, Erin - and if it gets into her or Shepard's hands, there's really no point in living anymore.
Though Garrus really wishes he had any skills when it came to lying. It would make life so much easier. Too late now.]
Uh. So. I mean.
[He's shifting around in his seat like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and frankly that's not too far off from reality.]
You... serve. We're crew. Normandy crew.
[A beat, and then Garrus is closing his eyes and talking very quietly:]
And you might have almost gotten exiled from the Migrant Fleet.
[Can he still spin this to avoid talking about her father? More importantly, should he? Garrus has no idea.]
Though Garrus really wishes he had any skills when it came to lying. It would make life so much easier. Too late now.]
Uh. So. I mean.
[He's shifting around in his seat like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, and frankly that's not too far off from reality.]
You... serve. We're crew. Normandy crew.
[A beat, and then Garrus is closing his eyes and talking very quietly:]
And you might have almost gotten exiled from the Migrant Fleet.
[Can he still spin this to avoid talking about her father? More importantly, should he? Garrus has no idea.]
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
He's Red Team, isn't he? Let Dagger deal with him. I don't imagine he'd enjoy a hatred of non-humans, given that he is one.
He's Red Team, isn't he? Let Dagger deal with him. I don't imagine he'd enjoy a hatred of non-humans, given that he is one.
FROM: anders@cdc.org
i never actually thanked you for getting me out of there
[Guess who's feeling much more agreeable after having a nap.]
i never actually thanked you for getting me out of there
[Guess who's feeling much more agreeable after having a nap.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Leng wants to kill, but he's also smart. He's not gonna cross Dagger for a good long time. I'll keep my distance, don't worry, but I'm still keeping tabs on him.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
When he makes a move against someone who isn't human, I'll have a warning. Hopefully.
Leng wants to kill, but he's also smart. He's not gonna cross Dagger for a good long time. I'll keep my distance, don't worry, but I'm still keeping tabs on him.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
When he makes a move against someone who isn't human, I'll have a warning. Hopefully.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I read your admiration and appreciation in the way you didn't kick me.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You're welcome, doc. So she's a friend of yours from home?
I read your admiration and appreciation in the way you didn't kick me.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You're welcome, doc. So she's a friend of yours from home?
[The hesitation proves it. So, at some point, she really does change her name to vas Normandy, and there's confusion about why in the universe she'd do such a thing written all over her face. She's a quarian - why wouldn't she keep her quarian ship name?
And Garrus is just squirming and talking and not saying much of anything and not telling her...
His voice drops - and her heart drops into her stomach. There's a moment where her expression's just frozen, where she doesn't move, just stares blankly. She licks her lips - her mouth is completely dry all of a sudden.] Almost. But I'm not, right? It was... it was just a misunderstanding, right? I didn't do anything.
[Exile means treason, and that means putting the whole fleet in danger. She puts down the last of her food and, tapping her fingers on the table agitatedly, gazes at him intently. Her breath is shallow all of a sudden.]
And Garrus is just squirming and talking and not saying much of anything and not telling her...
His voice drops - and her heart drops into her stomach. There's a moment where her expression's just frozen, where she doesn't move, just stares blankly. She licks her lips - her mouth is completely dry all of a sudden.] Almost. But I'm not, right? It was... it was just a misunderstanding, right? I didn't do anything.
[Exile means treason, and that means putting the whole fleet in danger. She puts down the last of her food and, tapping her fingers on the table agitatedly, gazes at him intently. Her breath is shallow all of a sudden.]
FROM: anders@cdc.org
hawke? yes. shes a good friend
[Which is saying something. He doesn't have a lot of those.]
FROM: anders@cdc.org
it figures that she would drop in just in time to help with a rescue operation. that tends to be how things go
hawke? yes. shes a good friend
[Which is saying something. He doesn't have a lot of those.]
FROM: anders@cdc.org
it figures that she would drop in just in time to help with a rescue operation. that tends to be how things go
[Life should come with warning signs, or ways to U-turn. It doesn't, though, and he started on this path when slipping up on the names. There's no way to turn back now. His voice is grim as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.]
Tali... You were sending geth parts back to the Fleet. And your father was building geth so experiments could be run on them. On a sentient species.
[Slowly he looks back up. He can't blame her for her hatred, or for the experiments since she hadn't known. He's not angry. What she'd done had been for a good cause in theory. But the quarians had started the fight, and what had she expected to happen with the parts?]
The experiments were harsh, Tali. And once the geth got a chance, they took over the ship. One of the Fleet. It only isn't exile because the trial wasn't about your actions as much as it was the Fleet Admiralty using you to try to sway the quarians toward or against war, depending on the admiral and Shepard called them on it. You didn't know what the parts were being used for, but they didn't care about that.
[Today isn't going to be an easy day for either of them.]
Tali... You were sending geth parts back to the Fleet. And your father was building geth so experiments could be run on them. On a sentient species.
[Slowly he looks back up. He can't blame her for her hatred, or for the experiments since she hadn't known. He's not angry. What she'd done had been for a good cause in theory. But the quarians had started the fight, and what had she expected to happen with the parts?]
The experiments were harsh, Tali. And once the geth got a chance, they took over the ship. One of the Fleet. It only isn't exile because the trial wasn't about your actions as much as it was the Fleet Admiralty using you to try to sway the quarians toward or against war, depending on the admiral and Shepard called them on it. You didn't know what the parts were being used for, but they didn't care about that.
[Today isn't going to be an easy day for either of them.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I hear you. I know someone a bit like that myself. Good type of friend to have, even if it brings a lot of chaos with it.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Wanna state for the record that I'm not about to drug someone against their will, though. I'll tease, but I'm not gonna do that.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Unless their life's directly in danger. Or they're putting someone else in danger, that sort of thing. So yeah, I'll harass you, and I do have dried celye blossom on hand, but I won't go there.
I hear you. I know someone a bit like that myself. Good type of friend to have, even if it brings a lot of chaos with it.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Wanna state for the record that I'm not about to drug someone against their will, though. I'll tease, but I'm not gonna do that.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Unless their life's directly in danger. Or they're putting someone else in danger, that sort of thing. So yeah, I'll harass you, and I do have dried celye blossom on hand, but I won't go there.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
Speaking of warnings. I’ve got to tell Athos, Garrus. He’s living with the man. I have to let him know this, all of this.
Speaking of warnings. I’ve got to tell Athos, Garrus. He’s living with the man. I have to let him know this, all of this.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
That's fine. Tell him also that Leng's a professional assassin as well as terrorist, and avoidance is a billion times safer than confrontation.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Athos is no weakling. But Leng has no compassion or compunction.
That's fine. Tell him also that Leng's a professional assassin as well as terrorist, and avoidance is a billion times safer than confrontation.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Athos is no weakling. But Leng has no compassion or compunction.
FROM: anders@cdc.org
i believe you. i was still half-drugged when you found me, though. cant blame me for being a little touchy
FROM: anders@cdc.org
ill tell hawke she can believe you too
i believe you. i was still half-drugged when you found me, though. cant blame me for being a little touchy
FROM: anders@cdc.org
ill tell hawke she can believe you too
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
You were having a pretty bad day. I'll give you that. And thanks.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
How're you doing?
You were having a pretty bad day. I'll give you that. And thanks.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
How're you doing?
Edited 2015-03-03 04:07 (UTC)
FROM: anders@cdc.org
better. i managed to sleep, even with the
FROM: anders@cdc.org
"noise" doesnt really seem like a good enough word for it
better. i managed to sleep, even with the
FROM: anders@cdc.org
"noise" doesnt really seem like a good enough word for it
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Screams. That's what it felt like. Maybe it's not accurate. But there was a lot behind it.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Glad you got some sleep, though. Maybe we're in for a break for a few now, but better to be rested in case we're not.
Screams. That's what it felt like. Maybe it's not accurate. But there was a lot behind it.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Glad you got some sleep, though. Maybe we're in for a break for a few now, but better to be rested in case we're not.
[There's a long pause after Garrus is done talking. She'd stopped, stilled, let him talk because if she interrupted him now, she'd never stop talking and she'd never find out what happened. What will happen. What will inexorably happen because the damage is done - she's sent the parts already.
Finally, she takes a deep, deliberately calm breath.] I knew... that he was doing weapons experiments. That's what he does. He's a military scientist, and he needed geth parts to run tests on. You don't need functional geth units to run weapons tests. I just sent him back intact, non-functional pieces. Nothing active.
[But if you want to perform innovative weapons R&D, the kind that wins wars? The kind that made Rael'Zorah the leader of the Admiralty Board? You need more. As much as she wants to contradict Garrus, tell him he's lying... Her voice had started off slow and so deliberately measured, but now it starts to speed up, agitated.] He must have built dozens of them, must have been letting them network, otherwise they'd never be able to take a ship. And if there's enough of them to take one ship, they could have taken more, they could have taken security codes and destroyed a Liveship before we even knew what was going on, and I sent those parts - he didn't tell me anything, he just told me to send them and I did and--
How could he be so stupid?! [And on the last word, shrill and brittle, she slams a hand down on the table and stands, unable to keep still anymore. Pacing, momentarily oblivious to Garrus, she reaches up to press a hand to her visor and finds it touching her forehead instead; shocked, the sensation odd on over-sensitive skin, she yanks her hand back as if burned, barely aware of the whole motion.
It's a few seconds before she turns back to Garrus, and her voice is wavering. She's blinking no more than usual, but she's blinking hard, jaw visibly clenched to keep it from shaking.] What about my father? They'll have exiled him. Struck his name from the records. Where is he now?
[The idea of anything else having happened simply hasn't occurred to her. She gives the smallest huff of a laugh, but there's no humour to it.] They're probably already telling each other what a monster he is.
Finally, she takes a deep, deliberately calm breath.] I knew... that he was doing weapons experiments. That's what he does. He's a military scientist, and he needed geth parts to run tests on. You don't need functional geth units to run weapons tests. I just sent him back intact, non-functional pieces. Nothing active.
[But if you want to perform innovative weapons R&D, the kind that wins wars? The kind that made Rael'Zorah the leader of the Admiralty Board? You need more. As much as she wants to contradict Garrus, tell him he's lying... Her voice had started off slow and so deliberately measured, but now it starts to speed up, agitated.] He must have built dozens of them, must have been letting them network, otherwise they'd never be able to take a ship. And if there's enough of them to take one ship, they could have taken more, they could have taken security codes and destroyed a Liveship before we even knew what was going on, and I sent those parts - he didn't tell me anything, he just told me to send them and I did and--
How could he be so stupid?! [And on the last word, shrill and brittle, she slams a hand down on the table and stands, unable to keep still anymore. Pacing, momentarily oblivious to Garrus, she reaches up to press a hand to her visor and finds it touching her forehead instead; shocked, the sensation odd on over-sensitive skin, she yanks her hand back as if burned, barely aware of the whole motion.
It's a few seconds before she turns back to Garrus, and her voice is wavering. She's blinking no more than usual, but she's blinking hard, jaw visibly clenched to keep it from shaking.] What about my father? They'll have exiled him. Struck his name from the records. Where is he now?
[The idea of anything else having happened simply hasn't occurred to her. She gives the smallest huff of a laugh, but there's no humour to it.] They're probably already telling each other what a monster he is.
[Screams of what, he wants to know. Or maybe he doesn't. He's not sure, at this point.]
FROM: anders@cdc.org
at this point i think its safer to assume we arent
FROM: anders@cdc.org
whatever that was, i certainly wouldnt call it a positive development
FROM: anders@cdc.org
at this point i think its safer to assume we arent
FROM: anders@cdc.org
whatever that was, i certainly wouldnt call it a positive development
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Plan for the worst, hope for the best. It's a pretty universal sentiment.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Let me know if I can help Hawke with any tech questions or issues. Remember to tell her the rovers aren't mage-powered.
Plan for the worst, hope for the best. It's a pretty universal sentiment.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Let me know if I can help Hawke with any tech questions or issues. Remember to tell her the rovers aren't mage-powered.
[There's no way he can hold it back. Not when she's asked directly. And really, it was only a matter of time all along. Sooner or later the topic would have come up. His words are slow, subharmonics low and gentle.]
Shepard's pointing out of what the admiralty was doing didn't just protect you, Tali. There's no black mark to his name.
[Garrus holds out a hand. Neither of their species ever seem particularly about touch - turians didn't bother with it much and the quarians were always wearing their suits - but the rest of the news is harder. Especially combined with how he's been trying to convince her that the geth aren't all bad.]
But the geth took over the ship completely. The Alarei.
[Where they'd been used and kept and tortured.]
I'm sorry, Tali. Nobody survived.
Shepard's pointing out of what the admiralty was doing didn't just protect you, Tali. There's no black mark to his name.
[Garrus holds out a hand. Neither of their species ever seem particularly about touch - turians didn't bother with it much and the quarians were always wearing their suits - but the rest of the news is harder. Especially combined with how he's been trying to convince her that the geth aren't all bad.]
But the geth took over the ship completely. The Alarei.
[Where they'd been used and kept and tortured.]
I'm sorry, Tali. Nobody survived.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
He'd want to know. I'll tell him, and share your warnings.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
I have faith Athos can handle him. He has dealt with assassins before.
He'd want to know. I'll tell him, and share your warnings.
FROM: dartagnan@cdc.org
I have faith Athos can handle him. He has dealt with assassins before.
FROM: anders@cdc.org
when are you going to let that go
when are you going to let that go
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Five, six decades from now. Give or take a few years.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
It's a good one. Even you've gotta admit that.
Five, six decades from now. Give or take a few years.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
It's a good one. Even you've gotta admit that.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
Forewarned is forearmed, and all that. He'll have that as well as his skills over Leng too. Though I wouldn't be surprised if the Red knows who all is on my squad.
Forewarned is forearmed, and all that. He'll have that as well as his skills over Leng too. Though I wouldn't be surprised if the Red knows who all is on my squad.
[That's... not a name he'd expected to see as a sender. But he's glad to see it anyway.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I can't calibrate the Marvel's weapons systems from here. I'm good, but I'm not that good.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
But other than that, yes.
[And that's how much he trusts Noh-Varr.]
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
I can't calibrate the Marvel's weapons systems from here. I'm good, but I'm not that good.
FROM: vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
But other than that, yes.
[And that's how much he trusts Noh-Varr.]
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