So, part IV of Ayla's story. I took a completely different approach on this one: instead of describing the missions, I focussed more on what happens aboard the Normandy in-between missions. You'll also notice that I took some liberties with what happens in the game and how and when it happens in my story. For example, I wanted Ayla to talk with Javik about the Rachni (because he was with her on that mission) and I decided to let the conversation about evolution happen then instead of after curing the genophage.
Well, anyway, I hope you enjoy it:
Ayla's Story - Part IVIt was time to pay Javik a visit. He handled himself well during the mission, but Ayla was curious how he had experienced it himself. It was almost 50.000 years since he held a gun. But perhaps there are things you never forget, such as riding a bicycle. At least, that was what the people at the museum had told her, many years ago. It was the first and only time Ayla had seen a bicycle, but it had made an impression. To think people still rode those things less then two hundred years ago!
"Commander," the Prothean acknowledged her presence. "You sacrificed the Krogan to safe the Queen."
Ah, Javik and his usual brutal honesty... Ayla walked up to him and crossed her arms. A silly defense mechanism, but it worked, most of the time. "I had the feeling you'd bring that up. You don't agree?"
Javik didn't respond immediately. Instead, he washed his hands in the dark liquid that filled two small basins in his room.
"At the least the Krogan you know as 'Grunt' has made it out alive," he said. "He was the former occupier of this room, wasn't he?"
Ayla nodded.
"It was good meeting him. I feel like I know him a bit... better... now. He will make a fine ally in fighting the Reapers."
"That he will," Ayla agreed. "And the Queen?"
"She will fight the Reapers, too. That is good enough for me."
"Aboard the shuttle, you said the Protheans used the Rachni as weapons?"
"We did. We bred them for war and selected only the most vicious and cunning Queens. We came to regret that when they finally turned on their masters."
"And two hundred world had to be burned to make sure they were exterminated."
"Yes. But we were wrong, it seems. They still survived and apparently developed into the nemesis of this cycle."
"Evolution is an amazing force."
Javik turned to face the large display between the two basins. "Our scientists believed it was the only force in the galaxy that mattered. They called it the 'cosmic imperative'. The strong flourished, the weak perished." He turned to face Ayla again. "The governments of your cycle seem concerned with ensuring the survival of all."
It amazed Ayla just how far they were off with thinking that the Protheans were some kind of 'benevolent precursor'. They were even more imperialistic than the Turians. Then again, Javik was only one Prothean and he had lived a life of constant war. If he was right about one thing, it was that they were all a product of their time.
She had a hard time imagining him as a scholar. But the same went for herself. Perhaps she and the Prothean weren't so different after all.
***
"Ah, there you are. I hope I don't interrupt?"
Garrus was sitting in the lounge with Liara when Ayla entered the room.
"Not at all. I was just telling Liara about that time I killed three men with one bullet as Archangel."
"I thought the third died from a heart attack?" Ayla asked.
Liara laughed. "I knew it!"
"Thanks, Shepard," Garrus said dryly.
"You're welcome."
Ayla walked to the bar and poured herself a drink. Something that gave the kick of alcohol... without actually containing alcohol. It was good, but it wasn't nearly as good as the real thing. Damn Alliance and its regs... If there was one good thing to say about Cerberus, then it was that at least they weren't as strict. This fake stuff might be a decent replacement for alcohol, but she still prefered the real thing.
"So, what did you want to talk about?" Garrus asked when Ayla sat down on the chair she pulled over.
"How did you know I didn't just want to relax?"
"Oh come on, Shepard, we know you," Liara said. "Something is bothering you... and I think I know what."
"Well... what is bothering me then, Liara?"
"Tarquin Victus. I have been thinking about it, too."
Ayla sometimes wondered if Liara had learned how to read her mind back when they melded, almost three years ago. Or perhaps they just thought about things the same way. There was a reason they were such good friends, of course.
"I have a feeling where this is going," Garrus said. "OK, Tarquin Victus, what about him?"
"When we were on our way to the crash site, we ran into members of his platoon. It was almost as if they were planning to lynch Victus. And I know that Turian philosophy differs from Human philosophy at this point, but I thought he must have made a pretty terrible mistake if his men wanted to see him hang. But when we got to him and he explained what he did… well, it didn't seem like such a bad decision to me. They just had bad luck."
Garrus nodded. "I think it's one those things Humans and Asari will never understand. And I can't exactly blame you, but... it's just how Turians think. Tarquin was in command, he made the decision and when that decision turned out to be a mistake, he had to take responsibility. Though I have to say, the way his men reacted... Of course, you can't deny that this war is a nightmare, but I expected greater discipline from them."
"OK, but how about other species? Do you, as a Turian, think I should be court-martialed whenever I, as a Human, make a bad decision?"
"We Turians more or less expect Humans to make bad decisions." The Turian laughed. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. But more seriously: no, we don't. I guess it must have been a bigger problem when my race made first contact with the Asari and the Salarians, but since then our culture has evolved in such a way that every Turian knows: we can't judge another species in the same way as our own."
"Well, that's a relief."
"I don't think you'd have anything to worry about, Shepard," Garrus said. "I was already back on Palaven when you turned the Normandy and yourself in to the Alliance. When the news came out, almost every Turian I spoke was pleasantly surprised. We don't expect members of other species to do what we would do, but
when they do, we respect it."
***
It was almost time to cure the genophage. Ayla hadn't seen Wrex this anxious since, well, ever. He had to stay calm a little longer, however, as Ayla wanted her team to be in top shape. Besides, both Wrex and the Turian Primarch had to make the necessary arrangements for taking on the Reaper Destroyer that was parked at the Shroud. It would be folly to try and cure the genophage now, unprepared.
When she went to the med-bay to check up on Eve and Padok, she saw EDI standing in the AI Core. She was communicating with the Turians, she told Ayla, trying to find ways for them to defeat the Reaper Destroyer on Tuchanka. The results weren't very promising. Apparently, this 'Destroyer' class was a relatively small reaper (only 160 meters in height) but still nigh invulnerable. They had one hell of a fight coming up…
"Padok, do you know what this machine is for?"
Ayla was standing before some sort of operating table in the Med Bay. She had never payed much attention to it, but apparently she could 'reset' her team members and herself with it?
"Ah, yes, it lets you reset your squad members powers."
"But... how?"
"Almost every soldier today features some kind of implant or equipment to enhance their powers," Wiks explained. "You, for example, are a Vanguard, right?"
"Yes, why?"
"Because that means you are outfitted with a L5n implant. This machine lets you reset said implant and customize it to match your needs."
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"Not at all. It can leave you a bit disoriented. That is why it isn't advisable to reset your powers during a mission."
"Okay..." She was rather curious, to be honest.
"You want to try it?" Wiks asked. "Just a minute, then. I'll inform Dr. Chakwas. She's the Normandy's doctor, after all."
"But you said it wasn't dangerous!"
"There's a reason that machine is situated in the med bay. Better safe then sorry, right?"
Ayla looked at the machine. "Right..."
***
"Is everything all right, Shepard?"
Traynor's distinct British accent, which normally sounded so pleasant, thundered in Ayla's head.
"Not so loud, not so loud!" Shepard hissed at her Comm Specialist, who had entered the lounge. "I just had my powers reset. It was... quite a shock."
"Oh, my apologies, ma'am, I didn't know. Ehm... would you rather be alone?"
"No, no! Just... don't talk so loud."
Traynor smiled sheepisly. "Sorry for that. It's just that I talked to... what do you call him?"
Ayla groaned. James walked in on her right when she got shocked by that damn reset machine. Said he overheard Wiks talking with Chakwas and was curious what all the fuss was about. She ordered not to tell it to anyone, as she wasn't a pretty sight right now, but of course, James being James... She would get back at him, though. Maybe she would shock him when he didn't expect it. For now, telling Traynor about his nickname would have to do.
"Big McLargeHuge."
"Ah, right! So I talked to lieutenant McLargeHuge and he said you weren't doing so well. So I thought I'd check up on you."
"I appreciate it," Ayla said. She really did. She wondered if Traynor was perhaps...
"Well, I'm glad you're relatively OK, then," Traynor said. She started to look a little bit worked up. "Oh, ehm, what are you are reading, if I may ask?"
"Oh, this?" Ayla looked at the cover. "It's a book about the Krogan Rebellions. Seemed fitting, given the upcoming mission."
"You don't look very interested." Traynor smiled.
"Yeah... I'm not really a book person. Chakwas recommended it, said it was better than playing videogames or something like that, but I'm not really sold on it."
"Games can be quite intense," Traynor admitted. "Even chess."
"Chess? Yeah, right."
"No, I'm serious. Of course, I've only been playing against EDI since leaving earth, so it hasn't been much fun." Traynor almost whispered at this point. "EDI doesn't sweat when she plays chess."
Ayla frowned at her. "You sweat when playing chess?"
"Depends on how much fun we're having..."
And with a playful wink, Traynor left the lounge.
***
Ayla looked at herself in the mirror. She looked like a mess, even worse than after her power reset a few days ago. She had that nightmare again. It didn't make sense, what was that boy doing in her dreams? Much more logical was the phrase that kept on repeating itself during her walk towards the boy.
"Some souls die in battle. Some die in their sleep. Some die for no reason at all! This... this is my chance to die for what I believe."
It were the last words of Padok Wiks, who had sacrificed himself to cure the genophage. She wasn't exactly attached to the Salarian, but she had liked him and his words made her think. What did she believe in?
END Chapter IV.
Screenshots:

Grunt?!

Damn, you're heavy. Eat? You need go on diet!

No sign of Tarquin...

Mourning Tarquin.

The only thing missing here is a cigarette.

Can't forget the brofist with Wrex.


HOLY SH --

A bit dark, but look how Liara and James are running towards Shepard. Awesome.


Ah, I might as well jump!

Aaaaand, last but not least, giving an interview to Allers.
Modifié par Rikketik, 19 juillet 2012 - 11:41 .