Novel & Cerita Mass Effect Garrus Vakarian

I slowed. “Clone.” The voice came from my left. Out of the shadows, Varek stepped into view — tall, broad-shouldered, a deep scar running from his temple to his jaw. Another like me. His armor was darker than mine, plates dull with use. “You’re out here too?” I asked. My voice came out flat, as it always did. “Orders.” His tone made the word sound heavier than mine. “Patrol line. You?” “Tracking something.”

“Let's talk, Kaira.” I recognized him then. I recognized his icy-blue eyes and nearly white, curly hair. His name was Soren. He belonged to Jarith's personal squad of warriors—the fucking elite. My stomach roiled as he looked at me and gave me a cold smile. “You can turn this to your favor, you know?” I inwardly cursed but then shifted and grabbed the mantle to cover myself. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you this instant,” I hissed.

M. Wind howled like a grieving god. Below: the bunker. Built beneath the ruins of an old shepherd’s fortress. Camouflaged. Drenched in signal dampers. Powered by solar rotors and paranoia. Aria arrived with seven. Not an army. A crucifix. Vika, silent as a knife. Roji, with his drone swarm. Inez, loaded with magnesium grenades. Two twin snipers from Istanbul—code-named Ash and Echo (not the boy). A hacker known only as Juno, blacklisted in fifteen languages.

Gale-force winds and torrential rain battered the flight deck, but inside the drop bay, the atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. Three mechs stood at the edge of the open bay doors. Two were the new Mark VII "Vanguard" Twin Mechs, their sleek, aerodynamic chassis pulsing with a ghostly cyan nanolaminate glow. Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress.

One older warrior stepped forward slowly. I recognized him vaguely — Garrick. One of the senior fighters who had survived more battles than most wolves in the mansion combined. A thick scar cut across his jaw, and exhaustion weighed heavily in his eyes. “With respect, Alphas,this cannot continue,” he said grimly. Matthew immediately stiffened. Garrick didn’t back down. “The girl nearly killed one of our own during training.” His voice stayed calm, which somehow made it worse. “The warriors are frightened. The healers are frightened. And every day Jeremy gets closer.”

"Your command is absolute, Warlord." The moment our boots clear the perimeter lasers, Lucien’s personal driver steers the heavy armored transport toward my destination. Stepping out into the sub-level garage of the vanguard sector, I spot Darren leaning against a concrete pillar. Feeling an immediate wave of guilt, I murmur, "Receive my apology, Darren. Have your scouts been holding this position for a long duration?" Darren shakes his head, his hand dropping from his holster. "Negative, my unit just cleared the sensor gate."

“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.”

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.”