IC Contact - Consignment

[forgivetheinsubordination]

vakarian.garrus@cdc.org
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[cassock]

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.

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[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.

[cassock]

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.

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[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.

[cassock]

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.

[forgivetheinsubordination]

[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.