Just have the need to have Rael see to justice...make him a bit more...human, I guess? Anyway, shortfic....
I don't know if the majority of this board would agree to this perspective...
Just a Quarian
He is an Admiral. It is the highest position given to any living Quarian in the Migrant Fleet, a feat only a select few were qualified for. The very survival of the Quarian race, both socially and physically rests in his hands and the hands of the Admiralty board. It is both a position that brought prestige and honor, only to be weighed down by the sheer volume of responsibility one has to carry.
It is the figure imprinted in her mind.
He is a politician. Devoted, cold, cunning, and sometimes ruthless in his arguments that justifies his strong presence that constantly shoves the opinion of the Admiralty board to the sides. His experience has taught him many, save him from making a fool of himself, while belittling those who oppose him. His very word could sway the faith of many, while his actions could bring upon war or peace, salvation or condemnation.
It is the character she sees him to be.
He is a father. A figure that wishes the best for his daughter, to see the brightest of all Quarians rise upon the ashes of those around him. For that, he would sacrifice anything to bring upon happiness to his only child, a gift from the woman he loves that left him for Keelah's side.
It is the image she never saw in him.
He is Rael'Zorah. An Admiral of the Migrant Fleet, Captain of the Rayya, and a father of Tali'Zorah. Many sees him as a strong figure, brave, calculative, and cunning. He is respected, honored, and appraised for his achievement and contribution to the fleet. His goals were ambitious, his dream reaches further than the stars, and his influence dives deeper than the trenches of Kahje. He is devoted, strong, and respectable.
Yet he is never content.
For within the halls of the Rayya, and the empty corridors of the Alerei, he wishes only for the approval of his daughter. He is a father, and yet he is not. His dedication and contribution has left him burried within the insurmountable responsibility he carries in his back, leaving no room for him to cradle his girl. She is so close to him, yet is so distant for him to reach and hold her tight, never letting go. He wish for her success, granting her the best education and training the Fleet can offer, praying to Keelah to mold her into the pride of the entire Migrant Fleet as she is expected to be.
Yet she always kept his distant.
Now, with her bearing the age of 24, Rael'Zorah could only watch as his little girl grew to be a fine young woman. Indeed, she has returned from her pilgrimage bearing the greatest gift the Fleet could have asked for. For two years she prove her loyalty with the Fleet over and over again, quickly recognized to be a respectable member within Quarian society. The stories of her pilgrimage reaches the highest peak of the Admiralty board, as well as the lowest subdeck of engineering. Yet such tales were never passed to his ears personally...
As he watches her from a distant shadow of his past, Rael'Zorah continuously wishes to see the best for his little girl. He wanted to make her proud, see him as a father he should be and not as someone who has neglected her for the past 20 years of his life. He felt mistaken, foolish, and hollow as he realize the wrong-doing of him as a father. Most of all, he wanted her to see the best of him; not as an Admiral, nor a Captain. But as a father who raised her through all the years.
He wanted to build her a home. A home that nests in their long-lost homeworld of Rannoch, a dream that many Quarians would never see within their lifetime. Home is a state of mind.
When she requested for her transfer to the Normandy, Rael'Zorah could never see light within her judgment. He wanted to deny her request, to summon her back to the Rayya and remind her of her duty to the fleet. But then, there was Shepard...
Shepard....a name he heard many times, both from the extranet and from mouth-to-mouth. He is a human, a man, and a soldier of the Systems Alliance. He wonders thoughtfully how she became so susceptible to his request, how she could emphasize the word trust and shove it deep into the Commander without a second? When the answer dawned on him, he was no less furious, and yet he has no one to blame but himself.
Rael'Zorah saw what he lacked in Shepard. Tali doesn't want the best education, the best implants, nor the best envirosuit. She doesn't want a home in Rannoch, nor does being a respected member within Quarian society. What she wanted is love. She wanted her father to talk to her, hold her in times of trouble, and smile with her in the time of joy. She doesn't want appraisals, material gifts, nor positions worthy of glory or respect. She wanted her father's approval, acceptance, and words of praise whispered to her ears.
What Rael'Zorah lacked, Shepard was there to fill his shoes. He was there when she needed a hand to hold on to. He was there when she needed a friend to talk to, and he was there when she needed someone to smile along with her. Most of all, He was there when she needed him the most. To her, he meant more than just a friend...
And Rael know this.
As he writes her approval notice personally, Rael'Zorah contemplates his mistakes and regrets for the past years of his life. Now his little girl is strong, determined, and beautiful. He regret himself for never showing his face to her when she was still in the Rayya, his abscence when she cries and when she succeeds. Now, with his daughter leaving the fleet to open a new chapter in her life, Rael'Zorah could only pray to Keelah for her safe passage and delivery through troubling times, supporting her from a distant shadow deep within the research laboratory of the Alerei. Subtly, he embeds his approval notice with a message of his own, between a father and the man who would take his place.
"Please, take care of my daughter. She is my strength, my hope, my love. The only one I have left in this world..."
Rael'Zorah vas Rayya, an Admiral of the Quarian Migrant Fleet, a Captain of the Rayya, a strong politician and a devoted member of Quarian society, a father of Tali'Zorah vas Normandy nar Rayya. Yet behind the covers of his strength, his status, and his position, he is....
...just a Quarian.
-Fin-
Whew. That done it. Sorry if this interrupts the topic of discussion... :3