Bringer Of LightAll around her, the world burned. Searing eddies of dry air and smoke scorched exposed skin while airborne embers blurred her vision and left tiny pinpricks of pain wherever they touched.
And the sound... the sound those towering monstrosities made... was deafening.
But through it all, Hera Valroma had not wavered, had not flinched, had not even so much as thought of retreating. She and her men had pressed ever on, systematically gunning down husks while extracting what survivors they could from the wreckage of the city. There were precious few left, but every one saved was one more life that the Reapers did not claim, and that was all that had mattered.
Now, though, she was alone. Of her gathered units, many were now dead; she had ordered those still living to fall back with the civilians, to protect them and ensure that the last shuttles escaped to safety.
She had remained behind.
In the midst of the inferno and the chaos, Hera stood proudly, a smile on her face as bloo
An Introduction"..." A pair of brown eyes glanced about furtively as their owner - a wiry, dust-colored turian youth named Spelter Currus - searched about for any sign of trouble. When he thought that the coast was clear, he darted from his hiding spot in the alley and bolted down the street. If he could just get to the gate of the scrapyard, he would be in the clear...
He would have no such luck.
Something hit him from the side, sending him sprawling, and a moment later a heavy boot pinned his head to the dusty pavement, cracking his outermost fringe in the process.
"Thought you were gonna get away, huh, runt?" A growling voice grated in his ear, accompanied by snickering laughter.
"Nah, I gave up thinking that when I smelled you coming, Sollux."
The boot left his head, but connected solidly with his keel hardly a breath later, knocking him breathless. "Shut your mouth, Currus!" The scarred batarian spat, as his colleagues - two turians and another batarian - pinned the youth down and rifled through
Untitled IIt was the middle of the night, and Theron Kallidas was still awake.
Perched atop the small shuttle like a great hunting bird, he looked out over the vast, moonlit vista laid out before him, shining silver in the soft light. All around him, nocturnal life stirred, reveling in the absence of Palaven's searing sun, while in the distance, lightning flickered and thunder rolled gently over the barren plateau. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled heavily.
A small, scrabbling sound nearby drew his attention then. Looking to his left, Theron spied two tiny hands gripping the edge where he'd climbed up; and behind those were two large, round, bright blue eyes, peering up at him curiously. He just looked back with an expression of gentle amusement, and after a moment, one little hand reached towards him to pat at the shuttle's hull, accompanied by an insistent pwee!
With a gentle smile, he reached down to help his young daughter up, purring soft