Mass Effect Garrus Vakarian Novels & Stories

Revira asked, pointing to Daniel and Eldric who were guarding the door. “Daniel is my assistant. You know him,” Rakar answered. “No,” Revira cut in sharply. “Who are they really? Ordinary assistants can’t cripple mercenaries. And that old man… he has an aura that makes me want to kneel. Who are you people?” Rakar took a deep breath. “They… they are the same as me.” “The same as you?” Revira laughed again, this time full of despair. “And what are you? A mutant? An alien?”

The perimeter we formed was basically still the Hammer formation but with us surrounding the Towergunners and the Captain. Lurti and Trosdig were then called off to an officer’s meeting; ironically now that I wasn’t a scribe I had felt rather envious of my replacement Leris. All these events, the expression on the Captain’s face, it all felt rather intriguing. Why was the General ordering us to arrest Lord Rubin Gavlin? And why did it need roughly 600 soldiers and 3 of Da Vinci’s war machines to arrest him? I ask Varkii and the rest in my squad and they felt the same. “When this is all over, I want to have a long chat with the Captain” Varkii says rather angrily. One of the older soldiers in

Zakariah knew that he was walking a fine line, and one wrong move could seal his fate. Zakariah’s tone betraying none of the turmoil raging within him. "Who are you ?" The leader's lips curled into a sardonic smile, his eyes narrowing as he regarded Zakariah with an assessing gaze. "You can call me...the Avenger," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

As Marika narrated, a young man, dyed green-haired, partner on one of Ravyn's field missions, in a warm suit, stood tall and confidently kept his chin up in front of the camera. "Next up is a tough warrior with a record for the longest non-stop participation in Airburst field missions of 89 hours. You are not going to believe this, but being an Airburst Trainee is just a hobby during her free time! Member of the Special Forces from the continent of meadows, No. 7, alias: Sekai" A gorgeous black woman with deadlocks in a gym outfit turns to the camera, stretching her arms. "No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the La

Now, I had more to protect. Zarek exhaled sharply. “Then we do this right. We plan. We win.” I nodded, “Together.” Before we could say more, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. Lunette tensed, and I pulled her behind me as the door swung open. But it wasn’t Varda’s guards. A group of warriors—men I recognized as my father’s most loyal soldiers—rushed in. Their leader, a broad-shouldered man named Garrick, stepped forward.

“Zahra, I’d like you to meet my team. Aiden you already know, but this is Jasper, my Gamma.” I turn to shake hands with Jasper, a young man with short, straight black hair and almond-shaped eyes that mirror his mother’s. His dark skin gives him an almost regal air, and he has an aura that immediately puts me at ease. ‘He’s hot,’Zanthe notes in my mind. ‘Yes, thank you, Captain Obvious.’ I roll my eyes internally as I try to focus. There’s something soothing about Jasper, similar to Oscar’s calming presence. Gammas really are gifted in that way. “And this is my Delta, Marcus,” Tobias continues.

Garrick's tone is level, and if I couldn't hear the way he adds a mocking lilt to the way he says Luna, his question would have made him sound like a concerned Beta. Except Garrick isn't that kind of Beta. He's an annoying little bitch who can't focus on driving the car because he's constantly looking for ways to rile me up. The other warrior riding up front in the car isn't much better. His eyes flick to me occasionally, filled with the same thinly veiled contempt I've seen too many times in the eyes of people in this pack. It's a look that carries part pity but full blame.

With a sharp tug, I pulled it, the faint chime echoing through the hidden passages of the den. Moments later, a firm knock sounded at the heavy oak door. “Enter,” I called, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. The door creaked open, and in stepped my bodyguard, Garrick. He was a towering figure, broad-shouldered and battle-hardened, his dark uniform hugging the powerful lines of his body. Scars etched his arms and neck from years of loyal service, marks of the fierce wolf he had become under my mate's command. He immediately bowed his head low, his short-cropped hair catching the light.

The heavy silence in the decontamination airlock was shattered only by the relentless hum of the Acheron's atmospheric scrubbers. The Vanguard Commander stood perfectly still, a monolithic figure in vantablack armor, analyzing the raw desperation radiating from Dante and Elara. His polarized visor reflected their battered forms: Dante, bruised and defiant, wielding a crude titanium wrench like a broadsword; and Elara, shivering yet resolute, her thumb resting millimeters from the data drive’s biometric kill-switch. The four mercenaries flanking the Commander kept their suppressed submachine guns leveled, the crimson laser sights forming a constellation of lethal intent across Dante’s chest.

Vivian continued, a shark-like smile touching her lips, "**FOR THOSE WHO REMAIN LOYAL TO THE MANAGEMENT, WE ARE OFFERING A 'UPGRADE OPPORTUNITY'. THE GAEA PROJECT HAS SUCCESSFULLY TERRAFORMED THE FIRST QUADRANT OF MARS. TRANSPORT SHIPS WILL BE ARRIVING AT THE DESIGNATED RECOVERY ZONES WITHIN THE HOUR.**" The monitor flickered, showing a map of the world. Huge, red circles appeared over the major ruins—New Zurich, Neo-Tokyo, the ruins of Lagos. "**ONLY THOSE WITH A 'CLEAN RECORD' WILL BE ACCEPTED FOR TRANSPORT,**" Vivian said. "**ANYONE FOUND IN ASSOCIATION WITH THE 'PATHOGEN'—ELARA VANCE—WILL BE SUBJECT TO IMMEDIATE 'LIQUIDATION'. CHOOSE YOUR FUTURE WISELY.**"