Mass Effect Garrus Vakarian Novels & Stories

They knew that they would only be killed if they stopped and that there was no retreat. On one side of the train stood a young man. He gazed at the horde of monsters surging toward him, lost in his own thoughts. This youth was only eighteen and had just joined Wyvern Peak that year, so he had not been officially assigned to a combat squad yet. His name was Garen Mars, and his instructor had given him the grandiose codename—Galaxy. Like a galaxy, his instructor hoped that Garen would expand and take command.

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.

"I was going crazy, but I didn't show it. I waited for the right moment to execute my plan." My head is throbbing as I keep hearing all what he had endured. Why they did this to him. He didn't deserve this. Eren sighs more determinedly this time. "By the end of the third year, the favorable mission finally came. I was ordered to kill the leader mafia of the enemy gang to which they owed millions. It was to prove them that I was really one of them, to make them proud that we were all of the same blood. But I would never be able to kill someone in my life."

Both Rail-Turret are charging energy and the Choppers already lock down the target, but Varniant type won’t surrender and risen to fight back. “Uh, guys. What happened to that skin?” said the GLT-class. Varniant’s shiny skin is varnished. “Preparation complete, all Turrets standby.” Said the operator. “Fire!” said the commander. Rail-Turrets and Choppers releasing barrage of bullets and missiles to Varniant type, but Turret’s projectiles are reflected to the city and shoot down a Chopper. “Varniant type … still alive.” Said the operator. “…! Wh-what happened …?” said Samuel.

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.

Now I finally understood why he had a striking resemblance to Lycan Barron. "I would like you to meet the Pack's chief guard." he pointed to his left, to the man whose countenance was almost emotionless. No doubt this man had probably faced a lot of wars. "And this is his assistant," he pointed to his right. Both of them greeted us courteously before Beta Mark interjected again.

Zaric growled at the commander, shaking his head disappointedly as he remembered all those empty claims he used to hear by that same man. "Who are you? How do you know about Vulcan? Are you one of the loyal guards Vulcan had?" Asked the commander in a confused tone. The commander was starting to get angry as he heard the name he hated the most. He thought there was no one alive in this world to speak that bake in front of him ever again.

It was that top-grade armor. No wonder. That thing was paper-thin and still held up under a full-power hit. That kind of craftsmanship was definitely something only the Spirale Clan could pull off. Ewan's expression darkened. "Gideon, I'll give you one last shot. Stop fighting and surrender. Otherwise, you'll regret it." He gestured to the war machine behind him. "Unless you really want to see what a Quark Warbot can do." The Quark Warbot let out a deep rumble as glowing light surged through its core. The thing was primed and ready to fire.

He turned to Gaia for a moment, as if seeking her approval, but she only smiled softly, offering a silent reassurance. “Boss—” Marek started, his voice thick with emotion, “I was supposed to protect her. I failed.” Gaia reached out, touching Marek’s arm lightly. “You didn’t fail, Marek. None of this is your fault.” But Valtor didn’t wait for Marek’s response. He stepped closer, his presence commanding the room. “I’ve spoken,” Valtor said, his tone sharpening with authority. “I appreciate your loyalty, but you’re dismissed for now.”