Garrus Vakarian Mass Effect 2 の小説・ストーリー

Thank you so much for reading thus far! Dorin and the rest of the gang will be back in Phasma Phase 5 :D . The faces in the dark have all been unmasked, and the secretive Erian aka Elazar Ravante the Silver Tongue has gone to gods know where. Dorin, on the other hand, is much too busy having fun in the university to bother about such things. After all, there's so much he wants to learrn, even when he gets stuck inside the walled city during summer while his friends go home to visit their families.

Each one held enough energy to power the Nightfang Citadel for a decade. The Confrontation "You move with the grace of a scavenger, Kael," a voice echoed through the chamber. It wasn't coming from a speaker; it was being broadcast directly into their neural patches. A figure stepped from behind the fusion torus. He was tall, thin, and dressed in a suit of matte-black armor that seemed to swallow the light. His face was a mirror of Aeron’s, but where Aeron’s eyes had been warm and grounded, Aeron-Two’s eyes were cold, sparkling with the light of a man who had stared into the void for too long.

He just stood there, the Bastion of the Sovereign, projecting an aura of heavy, immovable violence that forced the Enforcers’ tactical algorithms to constantly recalculate their odds. "Your guardian is quite vigilant," Varkas noted. The older man with the silver hair stood at the center of the platform, his pristine white mantle completely unstained by the world. His voice was perfectly modulated, rich with a synthetic, grandfatherly warmth. He offered Marcus a polite, accommodating smile.

I must admit, Eren is a sexy badass on that monster. He dashes forward as if he will crush me and in reflex, I swiftly step back. But he stops in front of me and slides up his tinted visor so that I can see the upper part of his face. He tends me the helmet similar to his, except this one is in white colour.

“Let me see that ankle.” Elena backed up instinctively until her shoulders hit the wall. He stopped immediately, hands raised, palms out. Those hands were massive, scarred, but his movements were patient. “I won’t hurt you, little human. Name’s Garrak. This is my watch post. Been alone down here a long while.” Something in his voice made her pause. Loneliness. Real, heavy loneliness. She’d heard that tone in her own mirror after too many late nights in empty offices. “Elena,” she said quietly. “Elena Voss.”

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

Vargak grinned as he made for the ladder of the cupola and climbed up to board another tank. Outside, Tarantino knew that the game was over. He glanced to the left and saw how merciless the V'rounian Goddess of Water at the Gemminite soldiers, whom she slew without a second thought. He raised his radio and issued another order. "All units, retreat to the Walls!" He glanced at the X'arik Guards, who watched in idle. He stared at them in disdain. Not one even lifted a finger to help them.

Since its offensive capabilities were roughly equivalent to a level 10 Full Warrior, of course it would be something like a poorly cooked Warrior since it would not have special combat skills or Feats focused on that type of combat, so objectively although the Outside of a level 20 Fullcaster with 10 extra levels of a Mythic class, as a warrior he was disappointingly a level 10 hopefully. Zark assumed a position with the sword, although he personally had never used a sword, his new body knew what to do. With a firm movement, he made a cut in the air and as a result of this some shock waves were released by the force used in the weapons. Small pieces of glass fell to the ground, denoting that

“I’m not.” “That much is clear.” They moved around the table, their armor whispering. Up close, I saw the scars cut deep into their face, the fine lines of someone who’d spent years at war. Their presence filled the space, heavy with command. “Who are you?” I demanded, voice sharper than sense should allow. Their mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “Names have weight. Do you really want mine?” I straightened. “I asked, didn’t I?” They studied me, gaze lingering as if measuring my spine. “Commander Darius Veyr.”

As they reached the core server room, they found Alaric Voss waiting for them. He stood calmly behind a reinforced glass wall, dressed in a dark tailored suit, hands clasped behind his back. His cold blue eyes locked onto Ava’s as if expecting her. “Impressive,” Voss said, his voice smooth as silk. “You’ve made it farther than anyone ever has.” Ava’s hand trembled slightly as she raised her weapon. “It’s over, Voss.” “Is it?” He smiled. “The data you stole is only part of the puzzle. You can’t stop what’s already in motion.”