Garrus Vakarian Mass Effect 2 Novels & Stories

Laura’s heart dropped the second she heard the name. “Garrick.” A warrior stepped forward from the crowd, and everything about him screamed danger. He moved with deliberate slowness, boots crunching against the packed dirt. His shoulders rolled back lazily, showing off muscle layered over more muscle. Scars crossed his chest and arms—not random marks from accidents, but clean lines that spoke of countless battles. Battles he’d won. This wasn’t some random fighter. This was a veteran and an actual killer.

All stepped forward in perfect synchronicity: one smiling sweetly, one with teasing eyes, one with a scholar’s cold observation, one wearing a childlike innocence too polished to be real, one dressed like a corporate executive, and one… a mirror of Liora. “Don’t.” Varian’s voice cut sharp through her ear. “Don’t look at them. Move to the access panel. I’ll handle the breach.” But Liora couldn’t help staring. The mirrored avatar tilted her head exactly as Liora did.

Riven slowly turned to her with a half-grin. “Looks like we’re popular now.” Baron scowled, barely glancing at the northern recruits as they approached the group she stood in. Kaidan, tall with frost-silver hair and sharp amber eyes, gave a nod. Calm. Watchful. Sacha, leaner but older-looking, scanned each of them before speaking. “We were told your set’s unstable.” “They weren’t wrong,” Callus muttered. Someone else snorted. “That’s one way to put it.”

His eyes were open, silver and burning, but they were vacant. He was looking right at me, but he wasn’t seeing me. I didn't know how to feel about that. “Kai!” I screamed. He didn’t flinch. Not a muscle twitched. “Save your breath, Zara,” Voss said, walking toward me. Her heels clicked on the floor, but the sound was wrong. It was heavy. “The unit you call ‘Kai’ has been reset to factory settings. The conflict in his programming, the human error, has been purged.”

a gruff voice snapped from the back of the van. Garrett shifted his gaze to the rearview mirror. Three heavy-set, heavily scarred mercenaries were crammed into the back cargo space, surrounded by duffel bags filled with silver-laced weaponry and tactical restraints. The man who had spoken, a massive rogue wolf named Vance, leaned forward, his face twisted in frustrated anger.

she says. I offer a soft smile. “And these are my seven generals,” Warrick says. “You already met Alexis, Beck, and your brother Victor. Part of my generals are also your other brother, Garret.” He waves over a man with light brown hair, almost blond, cut short but still wavy. He has dark eyes and is undeniably handsome. Victor is too, but Garret feels less intimidating, even though he doesn’t look very happy right now. “You already met Serge. He is also one of my generals.”

I smirked. I turned back to the gun collection picking and choosing our favourites, "Autocannon, Bolt Pistol, Lasgun, Pulse Rifle, Lancer Pistol and lastly, for you Jack, a heavy bolter." I walked back to the table where the hologram was displayed. "Vehicles, the Rezvani Tank, Telsla Model S and lastly, Lexus Black Panther," Tyler stated.

And that's what made her so dangerous. Kael fought his way free, his movements were a dance of precision and raw violence. He no longer knocked down drones, he cleared obstacles from the Move. He was a shield of steel and determination. “There!” I called when we reached the injection chamber. The console lit in a sterile white light. I activated mine Plasma burner, ripped the console and pushed the infected data core into the slot. The system was running. ‘WARENING. GENESIS-NULL WIRD IN 60 STRUCTURAL CATASTROPHE DROHT.

I have no idea who this man is, but he's terrifying already. "Hello Marek," Varian greets coolly. My eyes widen. That accent is from the Scarlet Province. When he holds his hand out to me, I try not to stare too uneasily at his strange tattoos, depicting unfamiliar patterns and images. "You must be Akara." "I am. It's nice to meet you." "Varian works with Tyrien. He runs his armies," Marek explains. Oh. That makes sense. Hence the scary look about him.