forgivetheinsubordination | IC Contact

[ Mistakes doesn't begin to cover. Recruiting children, untrainted, unblooded teenagers? If this is meant to be a business of war and politics, why would the CDC bother to recruit children against their will? Is this some sort of sick joke, a stratagem against the experienced to make them comply? Why, when many came here willingly?

It makes little sense to Martin. And that bothers him. ] I wish your people were my people, then. I'm sad to say the state of this place is very Imperial. My people made war profitable. Ex-slaves who overthrew an empire to start their own. [ A laugh. ] I wonder if anyone else sees the irony in it.

The price was always high. But so many here would do what it takes to save their worlds. Myself included.

When people don't pay attention to history they wind up making the same mistakes all over again. It's something we've known for a long time. Turians, I mean. History's a cycle. Gotta know it to break it.

[He crosses his arms, looking past Martin into the white (and way too cold) distance. They don't know the cycle here, don't know anything here. They've been dumped under threats.]

Saving my world is pretty damn important to me. I just redistributed our forces back home to keep it secure, keep the supply lines steady, and protect about 20 billion lives. The cost is gonna be a couple of colonies, and about ten million turians. Thing is, there's no assurance that even if I play by the rules here it's gonna be safe. What if I'd been eaten by a sharkthing? Fallen into the water and drowned?

[Garrus shakes his head.]

Serving their interests is no guarantee of protecting my world. Getting to the heart of what's going on here, that's what I can do. That's what I intend to do.

Sadly not many in my world care about history. [ Martin shivers, but he isn't cold. Perhaps his selfish act saved Tamriel in more ways than he could ever imagine. Empire after empire after empire, the same mistakes, the same wars, the same wounds. Take the emperor out, what does that leave? ]

Keeping my world safe is important to me too. I just died for it, as did a great many people. [ Jauffre. So many in Bruma. The thousands, perhaps millions, in other provinces. ] Considering they were able to pull me from death, perhaps they will do the same for you. [ The contract does not end with your death. Martin knows that better than anyone else here. ]

It'll be hard. You'll need allies.

[ A sigh, then a laugh. ] You can count me in.

[It will be hard. And they're going to need a lot of allies indeed. Garrus nods his head in thanks, though he's intrigued by the laugh.]

Appreciate it. Welcome on board.

[His mandibles flare, and then it's his turn for a chuckle of amusement.]

Never worked with a dragon before. Had a few dragon-like creatures try to kill me, but they didn't succeed. ...As far as I know. Can't say I really know if I'm alive or dead.

Can't say I've worked with a [ Metal cat-lizard? ] a Turian before. [ Martin tries not to grin too hard. ] You're thinking, right? That's all the proof you need right there.

[He's being laughed at. He knows humans. But he doesn't mind. There's no malevolence behind it.]

Good point. On both counts. I just... A couple of people here. They're dead. And they didn't know it. It has me wondering.

You know those skeletons that were...helping us in the rendezvous point? [ A shiver courses down Martin's spine. ] I didn't make the connection at first, since their presence offended me. But you know how death doesn't cancel our contract? [ A pause, a heavy swallow. ] I wonder if those skeletons were dead recruits brought back to life.

[Garrus does not like that thought, at all. He looks back toward where the rover with the mess hall had been, remembering the skeletons.]

They didn't talk.

[Was there anything left of them, if they were indeed former recruits? Or were they just shells, here to perform tasks until they fell apart?]

Been hoping they were another species. That they just looked like bones, since they all looked like the same type. No turian skeletons, nothing krogan or prothean. But a majority of the people here are human. Or human-looking.

[The last is added with a glance at Martin.]

But it's possible. It's... Yeah. I don't even know how someone's supposed to fulfill their contract.

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