Thundertactics wrote...
RiptideX1090 wrote...
I suddenly feel the need to go back and shoot Rael's corpse...
Hmm...
As the door opens, Shepard notices Rael's body, he wore the same adornments that warmonger, coward, surrogate mom and woman who sounded like that one actress from the old Earth sci-fi movies had.
In a split second decision, he silently cracked open the faceplate using his biotics.
"Father, is that? No, you wouldn't. You always had a plan, some sort of on-board medical stasis program, maybe. You wouldn't just go like this! And- and your face! No!" Tali finally began babbling as she had noticed her father's corpse, trailing a fair bit behind Shepard.
"Hey, hey, come here" Shepard said, trying to comfort her as well as a hardened marine possibly could. "At least you saw his face, even if it wasn't under the best circumstances."
"You're right. Wait, m-maybe he left a message!", Tali said, already moving back towards the late admiral Zorah's corpse.
Meanwhile, Shepard muttered "One ugly sunuvabitch, though." [smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/whistling.png[/smilie]
There, the worst/best desecration I could manage at this time.
Come on...why the haet on Rael...? He is just....
...just a Quarian.
*repostan*
Just a QuarianHe 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-
Modifié par Megumeru, 05 août 2010 - 08:28 .