#phaeston

[n7viper]

I'm only the horny otp kissing mutual because that's easy to post about. anything else is difficult to put into words because I just feel. if I could beam my thoughts into your brains, I would

[howlingday]

RU-JA-GUN-CON

Video Games:

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- Final Fantasy: Gunblade /

- Halo: BR55 / ARC-920 / M6 / Carolina /

- Mass Effect: Thresher Maws / M-920 Cain / Phaeston / Blood Pack Punisher / Pistol Set / Hahne-Kedar /

- Devil May Cry: Blue Rose /Blue Rose II / Red Queen / Chevaliere / Ebony & Ivory / Yamato / Nevan / Balrog /

- Destiny: Red Death / Thorn / A Single Clap / The Dead Man's Tale /

- Warframe: The Phage /

- Borderlands: Tactical Shotgun 1340 / Morningstar /

- Doom: Super Shotgun /

- Battlefield: Chompi /

- Team Fortress 2: The Ambassador /Demoman /

- Call of Duty: 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / FN SCAR H 7.62X51MM Assault Rifle /

- Xenoblade: Pyra & KOS-MOS / KOS-MOS / T-Elos / Nia & Dromach / Dahlia / Floren / Siren /

- Cyberpunk: Mantis Blade / Skippy / Skippy / Malorian Arms 3516 / DB-2 Satara / Breakthrough /Guts / Erebus / Erebus II /

- Rage: Firestorm /

- Far Cry: Sawblade Launcher /

- The Legend of Zelda: The Master Sword /

- Honkai Impact: The Judgement of Shamash /

- Infinity Ops: Requiem / Requiem /

- Megaman X: Buster / Biometal Model P /

- Titanfall: MK6 /

- Monster Hunter: Gunlance /

- Metroid: Power Suit /

- Disco Elysium: The Expression /

- Dead Space: Hand Cannon /

- Pokémon: Pecharunt /

[striderincosmos]

Codex Entry: Primer on Personal Weapons of Major Galactic Races

With the galaxy being as dangerous as it is, only about 35% of it falling under the Council-set guidelines of ‘Safe’, there is a remarkable industry centered around the production of small arms. Several megacorporations and conglomerates have made their name by having at least one company dedicated to providing the galaxy and its militaries with the tools of their trade. However, due to differences in mindsets and tactical priorities, each race’s arms have taken on one or more unique traits, covered below alongside prominent companies.

Human

Human arms manufacturers, such as Beretta-Benelli Arms and Colt-Smith & Wesson Americas under Hahne-Kedar, Hanwha Defense Concern and Howa Machinery under the Ryukami Zaibatsu, or more recent companies such as Jormungandr Weapons Design, largely prize versatility and ease of modification, allowing soldiers to adapt their weaponry to the circumstances presented by their battlefields and for personal preferences. Most human-designed weapons come with multiple firing modes, if not multiple types of ammo usage patterns to fit multiple barrels. It is not a stretch to say that every Alliance soldier’s weapon is unique, no matter how small the mod might be. Some of the most iconic human-produced weapons include the Lancer line of assault rifles produced by Howa Machinery and used by the Alliance military under the designation M-7, the rectangular, blocky K19 ‘Kessler’ pistol produced by HK and issued as a sidearm, and the Frontiersman line of civilian pistols and rifles offered by C-SW.

Turian

Turian weaponry, as exemplified by offerings from Armax Arsenal, Cipritine Armory, or Palaven National Defense, emphasizes precision and reliability of use, often renowned for their durability in the field. While most turian weaponry eschews fully automatic fire, the power usually used to sustain such fire is instead channeled towards the stopping power of their individual shots, or towards modifying the ammo for unique use cases. Notable turian designs include the Cipritine Armory Phaeston, nicknamed by humans the ‘Turian AK’, the Armax Khrysae sniper rifle, which includes an explosive ‘anti-material’ setting, and the PND Joruna submachine gun, tailormade to pierce through kinetic shields, biotic barriers, and armor while retaining a compact, security team-ready design.

Salarian

Salarian designs from companies such as Aegohr Munitions, Halana Tactical Council, and Jezzela Equipment put an emphasis on modified munitions and stealth, slotting in well with the UISC military focus on covert operations, surprise attacks, and maneuver-focused warfare. Such weapons are also favored by those less scrupulous types who wish to catch their opponents off-guard, allowing for a chance to either press the attack or escape. Example weapons include the Scorpion pistol supplied by Aegohr, capable of launching delayed or remote-detonation explosives, the Seeker battle rifle, which comes fitted with a VI that conforms the trajectory of projectiles with split-second activations of ME-fields to desired locations, and the Veil sniper rifle, built to ensure completely silent, unseen usage in the field.

Asari

Asari weaponry, as designed by what few companies like Relessa Defense and Shadowtree Limited there are, are a rare sight in the wider galaxy, both due to the diplomatic nature of the asari’s culture and the emphasis placed by the Asari Military Conclave on their inherent biotic prowess. However, weapons meant to work alongside biotic-focused tactics or make up for any situations where biotics would not be wise to use are found in the possession of most asari soldiers. These weapons are usually capable of being enhanced by biotic power as well, some eschewing the typical alloy mono-block ammunition design to act as amplifiers and foci for biotic power. Examples include the Relessa Acolyte heavy pistol, designed to break through shields and armor that impede biotic attacks, the Shadowtree Tempest assault rifle that acts as the standard platform of the Military Conclave, and the Pulsar biotic focus (or BiFo), fulfilling the role of a submachine gun.

Krogan

Krogan arms are, in most krogans’ words, ‘no frills, all thrills’. Whether they are produced by what manufacturing concerns like Aralakh Weapons Foundries still exist on Tuchanka, or in dozens of ‘homebrew’ manufactories spread across the galaxy alongside their creators and clients, krogan weaponry’s main focus is on raw stopping power, coupled with explosive potential. Examples include the AWF Ogre battle rifle, a two-shot powerhouse that creates rounds almost as large as pre-Mass Effect humanity’s gunpowder-driven bullets, shell casing and all, the Hurex Offensive Claymore shotgun and Graal spike thrower, and the Rachni hand cannon, developed by AWF during the war against its inspiration as a close-in weapon for those krogan found in the press against the creatures, or having charged into close combat against them. Sniper rifles and other long-range implements are a rarity among the krogan due to being regarded as cowardly, though personalized, usually hand-crafted examples exist.

Quarian

While the quarian people, their homeworld and most of their industrial base lost in the Morning War, largely use what weapons they can acquire from human, turian, asari, and salarian sellers, there are still examples of truly quarian craftsmanship that are created on what ships in their massive Migrant Fleet have been converted into mobile manufactories. Named after the ships that they occupy, Tenkelii, Jukoris, and Zebel, companies known among the Fleet as the Triumvirate, are the last bastions of the quarian’s unique style of weaponry. Instead of using alloy mono-blocks, quarian weaponry utilizes miniature plasma generators to create ‘bolts’ of plasma contained in ME-Fields, trading penetrating power for efficacy against shields, barriers, and synthetic targets. With ship bulkheads that the quarians want to minimize the risk of a breach within, and with the geth as their ancient foe, such weaponry is truly a fitting companion to those quarians who manage to acquire one. Examples include the Tenkelii Khalgetr assault rifle, unique in modern weaponry for its ‘particle beam’ mode, Zebel’s Reegar carbine, and the Ganetka pistol produced on the Jukoris.

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Sainted be what I say.

Character(s): Nautilea Victrilianus, Kautus Fidensis, Steven Hackett, Tibero Quentius

Words: 1,607

Warnings: referenced character death, derogatory language towards humans by an alien (leaning towards turian supremacy?)

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Nautilea's boots clanked along the metal floors of the docks as she marched towards her ship, her cloak snapping in the wind left in her wake. Footsteps clanged in stamping, ominous unison behind her, the two men she'd selected as her personal guard on the Citadel doing their best to keep up. They were good men, loyal and proud, and wouldn't hesitate in the line of duty. She could trust them.

It was hard to trust anybody, these days.

Captain Fidensis met her at the airlock. His salute was swift and crisp, like a good turian. "Ma'am."

"Captain." She returned the salute, tapping her mandibles against her face, then dropped it and headed into the airlock. "I assume you've heard?"

"Yes, ma'am." He fell into step at her flank, Lieutenant Fortis stepping aside to make room. "I'm surprised the asari agreed to it."

"We gave them no choice." Nautilea drew her hands behind her back and stood at ease while the decon ran its course. The lights hurt her eyes, and the decon itself tickled her scalp, like always, but she barely afforded it more than a twitch of one mandible. "The asari failed to defend the Citadel and the Council. Now it's our turn. We're stronger, smarter, better suited to war. If the Alliance decide to be cowards again, it won't matter."

Fidensis's boots scraped against the floor behind her. "I heard the Alliance was expecting to take over defense of the Citadel, ma'am."

Nautilea snorted. "They were."

The lights switched off, and the VI chirped pleasantly. "Decontamination complete. Identity confirmed: Welcome back, Admiral Victrilianus."

The airlock doors slid open, and Nautilea continued onward without a backwards glance. Hurried footsteps were her only assurance Fidensis and the guards followed, as if there was any question they wouldn't. "Contrary to what Admiral Hackett's ego would have him believe, the Council didn't take kindly to the suggestion that the navy who let the Ascension burn would be the best ones for the new job opening. Unanimous vote of absolutely not."

Fortis snorted, and her mandible twitched upwards a couple degrees. One of Hackett's marines had dared try and get in Fortis's face during the hearing, and now had what she was sure was a lovely Phaeston-shaped bruise on their chest where he'd proven exactly what turians thought of such aggression. Fidensis just rumbled, his subvocals betraying his concern. "I'm sure the Alliance was thrilled."

That got Nautilea's mandibles all the way up, and she licked her teeth as the memory of the human admiral staring up at her and trying to make himself look big. "Oh, you should have heard the cries of nepotism. Thought Udina was about to have an aneurysm and die right there on the floor. Hackett wanted to shoot me, I think. So sad, I don't think he knows how to handle opponents a head and a half taller than him and pointy on all ends. Would've called 'im cute if he didn't have my friend's blood on his hands."

"You've got a lot of damn nerve, Steven Hackett, speaking to me like that with so much blood on your hands!"

She should have shot him. Her arm jerked towards the SMG at her hip, but a warning bark from Tibero stayed her hand. She settled for looming over the humans instead - Hackett only came up to the point of her keel, and Udina was even smaller, and humans were nothing more than squealing mammals when you applied enough pressure. The Star of Palaven swinging from her chest proved she knew plenty about that.

Fear danced across his eyes, but not enough to stop the stupidity on his tongue. "It's obvious you're biased," he argued. "If we put the turian councilor's own wife in charge of the Citadel fleets-"

"I'll have a personal fucking stake in saving him, won't I!?" Nautilea hissed. Fortis and Praetelus behind her both echoed with their own wordless snarls. Good boys, those two. She took one step forward, bringing herself that much closer to what she should have done twenty-six years ago. She was close enough that she had to turn her head almost all the way down to look Hackett in the eyes as she bared her teeth. "Because of you, I held my friend back from throwing herself on her husband's pyre, and you have the gall to tell me you deserve to defend this Council. Ierian Sparatus and thousands of others are dead - because of you!"

Her foot came down a little too forward, a little too angled. She yelped as she stumbled, just barely catching herself on the railing around the command center before she cracked her skull open on it. "Fuck!"

Fidensis lunged forward, but she waved him off. "I'm fine," she forced out through her teeth, pushing herself back upright. Her ankle throbbed in disagreement, but half the techs on the command deck were watching. She couldn't look weak now. She'd have her snuffle in private.

Maybe she'd call Tippi once she was alone. Tippi understood her.

"You can't lose your temper like that, Nauti."

Nautilea's gait faltered, just a step, but it was enough for her to fall behind. She huffed and took longer strides to catch up. "You heard what they were saying, Tippi. They were practically spitting bile on Ierian's pyre."

"And you almost started a war in the Council chambers." Tibero stopped by the elevator and pressed the up button. His shoulders and mandibles were sagging, more tired than Nautilea had ever known him. "Believe me, I'm just as angry as you are, but Ierian is gone, and Teia's back home in Tiirtias. I can't have you going to prison or getting killed, Nauti, you're the only friend I have left on this station."

Her heart climbed up her throat, and on impulse, she reached for his hand. "Tippi..."

He flinched back, and pure bile replaced her heart. Then he sighed, and he took her hand, lifted it to his mouth plates, and gave her knuckles a gentle kiss. "Just... keep your head on straight. For me. Please, baby."

He was supposed to understand her, anyway.

She took a deep breath as she stepped up the command dais. Most of the bridge was already watching, waiting for the speech they'd probably been buzzing about as soon as word of the shifting tides arrived. She did always pride herself on delivering. She tapped the keys to broadcast herself across the ship, then settled into parade rest. "This is Admiral Victrilianus," she told them, and a distant echo confirmed the speaker system was working. "I'm sure you've all heard the news by now. The Enninion is taking the lead in defense of the Citadel, and the Empire will be sending more ships to bolster the fleets. By morning, you'll all have been officially transferred to Citadel Defense."

Hackett's face flashed across her mind's eye, infuriatingly defiant despite the clear danger he'd put himself in, and her mandibles pulled in tight. "I won't lie to you, lads. We've all seen the state of things on the station, and on the news. The Alliance believes themselves heroes for letting thousands die by their inaction."

Grumbling and growling rose up around the bridge, but fell silent as she raised a hand. "I'm as angry as you are. Our late councilor wasn't just a politician. He was a champion for our people against a culture that wanted us to file down our points and make ourselves small. He upheld the law in the face of aliens trying to chip away at what it stands for. He was a great man, one I..." Her throat tried to close. She took a deep, slightly gasping breath and soldiered on. "One I'm honored to have called a friend."

Her talons curled around the railing as she bowed her head. Murmurs of sympathy and agreement slid through the air around her, and just behind her, Fidensis lowed soft encouragement. Another deep breath, and her head came up. "Ierian Sparatus will not have died in vain. At this very moment, Commander Shepard is being hunted down like the worthless, terrorist vermin he is. Justice will be served. Order will be restored." A low growl built in her chest, and she rolled her shoulders. "Starting today, the Alliance will learn that their actions have consequences! Together, we will stand strong against the Council's enemies, and prove the might of the Turian Empire! The Alliance may have betrayed the Council, but we, the sailors of the Turian Imperial Navy, will not fail!"

As roaring cheers filled the air, Nautilea took a deep breath, cut the feed, and slowly relaxed her hands. "I will not fail," she repeated, quieter, eyes fixated on the map of the Widow system one of the navigation team had put up. The wreckage of the Ascension had finally been towed away the week prior, and the space where it used to be was just that, a gaping hole where the sense of safety and security of an entire galaxy used to be. A flashing dot appeared in the center, followed by a nav path leading to the little holo Enninion still docked at Zakera Ward. "I promise, Ierian. This is my revenge. For you, I won't fail."

Tippi wasn't going to like it, but so be it. He'd come around. She wasn't going to lose him like Teia lost Ierian. The Alliance had betrayed them, but now she was in command, and she wasn't letting anything happen to her Tippi.

If she had to take out every star in the universe, she would protect her own.

[strudel-in-command]

Equip me tenderly 🔫✨

Aka "what I've been using, what is best for him in ME3"

Sentinels can take a punch, several actually, but they're not invincible.

My favorite class in ME3MP for a while was the turian sentinel, incendiary ammo by default because they're my go-to when it comes to fire combos (overload/warp someone on fire and they go kaboom, if someone is nearby they get fire damage and it's great for crowd control). Most versatile class, seriously. On higher difficulties, a sentinel makes the difference.

My favorite weapon for a while (using a sentinel) was the N7 Hurricane SMG (mods: SMG heat sink/high velocity barrell and SMG power magnifier) because despite the terrible recoil she's light, she's strong, and she makes a funny noise. Combined with Turian Veteran the stability issue is not a big deal.

Here it's way different. We start from scratch so I figured that I needed to farm a bit to get a good weapon for close combat and a versatile mid range weapon when it comes to bigger or more agile bosses.

If I were more precise, I'd favor the N7 Crusader, but since I have horrible reflexes I went for the N7 Piranha instead. Close range is covered, the girl is great when it comes to big crowds of enemies and combined with tech armor burst she's just about perfect. I hate this weapon in MP, but for the single player she's generally great. Second to that, there's my beloved Disciple. She's lighter, she stuns, she's easy to recharge. Absolutely the best for a Vanguard class too!

For mid range, I think I'll purchase the N7 Eagle quite soon, because I need to travel lighter, but I'm an assault rifles hoe. They give me less anxiety when I'm overwhelmed lol so far I'm sticking with the Phaeston, which is horrible but statistically wise she's a good girl. I can use powers without having to deal with the worst delay, basically. I would use the ✨holy Harrier✨ but she's heavy and very expensive :' also not really great for Strudel's class. He needs to prime and unlock combo and having to deal with horrid recharge speed makes him useless.

So! Ideally, the combo would be: N7 Crusader, N7 Eagle. But I'm going for N7 Piranha, N7 Eagle instead because I'm a messy player lol

A good choice would be the M-358 Talon for short range as well but I wanted to give him a shotgun because I feel like it's best for his character. Like, he's valiant << of course he goes head first when it comes to a fight.

[n7viper]

Reblogging again with a little commentary if anyone's interested :) (it was supposed to be 'a little' and then I rambled)

Season of the Haunted set my brain into OC overdrive when I came back to Destiny after a several year hiatus, so I wanted a piece to honour that. This piece is meant to be symbolic rather than a literal scene aboard the Leviathan--the class items and Ghosts belonged to people who have been dead for several years.

Maeve's journey through the story of D1 and taking on the moniker of The Young Wolf is as one half of a whole. Newly risen, she's found by Phaeston-4, a quiet and fiercely protective Titan who teaches her what it means to be a Guardian of The Last City. After working together for a bit, it becomes apparent that while they may both be powerful on their own, they're even better as a team. (If you saw them as little adoptable animals at your local shelter, they'd be branded as a bonded pair.)

However, not long after prevailing in the Red War and saving the City, Phaeston is given his final death unexpectedly and Mae struggles to find her footing, throwing herself into Vanguard Ops as a means to cope. Which goes about as well as one might expect (poorly). She isolates herself from the rest of her and Phae's fireteam unless their help is absolutely necessary.

Months later, when Cayde asks for her help in responding to Petra's call for assistance at the Prison of Elders, Mae is still scattered and unfocused, hardly the Guardian she'd been in the past. She ultimately blames herself for Cayde's death at the Prison--if only she'd been faster, more focused, she could have saved him. In her mind, it's proof that without Phae, she's nothing. While she may not have been as close with Cayde as other players' Guardians, she sees his death as a failure on her part, and a heavy burden she must carry. Alone.

Exacting revenge doesn't bring the cathartic relief she hoped, and she stumbles ever onward.

Fast forward a few years to when the derelict Leviathan shows back up in our orbit, and Maeve is content. Things have been looking up, despite a few hiccups here and there. She's mastered Stasis, she's conquered Savathûn. She's even in a stable relationship and working with her fireteam again. But aboard the Leviathan, twisted Nightmares from her past hang in her peripheral--mainly Phaeston, whose caricature reminds her that she'll never be as good as he was, and that she truly is nothing without him. Nightmares of both Cayde and Uldren make sure to get their shots in when they can.

And finally, we arrive here, at this piece. In the foreground of the picture is Cayde's cloak as a base, with Phaeston's mark lying on top of it. Above both of those rests the shattered shells of their Ghosts, Izzy on the left and Sundance on the right.

A big inspiration for this was the bridge from Wrath, by Bury Tomorrow: You left an empty space, all of this pain and doubt And if you hear my voice, I hope I've made you proud

As well as Not Without My Ghosts, by The Amity Affliction: Their bodies drag behind me, chained to both my wrists No matter how I fight, I'm never done with it I have to carry on, but not without my ghosts

Commission done for @n7viper​ of their precious child Mae 💛

This was a challenging one and it took me some reasoning around the process before going straight into coloring. I started detailing it with a greyscale to control values properly, but also because of the emotional weight the scene has. Then I added color after color until it was fully ready. Seriously, I so loved to work on it!! 😭💛 Thanks again for commissioning me dear!

✨ Greyscale under the cut ✨

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[balerionthedead]

i love him immensely. adrien is literally my fav character. i see him and i :)

also fucking criminal that there are no phaestons on menae.

[coucheopaque]

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[n7viper]

haven't thought about my ocs in a day or two, went into the black garden, and now I'm cured

[phobictony]

Particle Rifle

Reegar Carbine

N7 Typhoon

Blood Pack Punisher

M51 Firestorm

Mattock

Kishock Harpoon Gun

Indra

Eviscerator

Hydra Missile Launcher

I think I'm pretty close on all those, just finished a trilogy run 2 days ago and playing andromeda now :)

[howlingday]

Mass Effect Phaeston

Unmodded is a 50-round LMG that hits harder than most Assault Rifles while still being controllable.

Jaune: How about this?

Ruby: That looks like a good choice. Really customizable, too. Only issue I can see is how much damage it can put out.

Jaune: ...Too much?

Ruby: (Shakes her head) You'd spend a lot of bullets for just one Beowolf.

[weird-aunt]

Mass Effect Tag

With all the discourse on Mass Effect: Legendary Edition, let's spread some positive vibes by remembering what we love about the trilogy. Fill in and tag your friends. Feel free to add your own categories to this survey.

Thank you @briarfox13 for the tag!!

I have like two Mass Effect friends so I’ll go ahead and tag @commandersarah @pathfinderlittleduck @pip-n-flinx and @memaidraws

I am a fan since:  Maaayyyybe 2012??? Or possibly 2013. I know it was my first “real” boyfriend’s favorite game so he let me borrow the series in high school sometime after I got an xbox for the first time. Fun fact- my first romance was Kaidan because they shared a name and then I eventually ended up romancing Garrus on my fourth??? playthrough and then it wasn’t long after that we broke up lmao

Favourite game of the series?: 3, the score is so good, the gameplay is the best of the three IMO, it’s the culmination of everything from the past two games and I just LOVE seeing all the disparate plots and side quests all coming togetheer

MShep or FShep?: FShep

Earthborn, Colonist,or Spacer: Earthborn! Mostly because it’s the origin that ties in best with my OC Laena’s backstory tbh

Biotics or Tech: BIOTICS FUCK YEAH!! Overload is good for them marauders but no one knows how deadly Sir Isaac Newton is like a biotic

Paragon or renegade: Paragon for sure, but you know ya girl never misses that renegade interrupt to get Kai Leng

Favourite Class?: Sentinel always

Favourite Companion: gotta love Garrus, but not counting romances EDI is probably my fave

Least favourite Companion: I half want to say Ashley solely because that’s how I can justify leaving her behind every time but since I always do I honestly don’t know her enough to dislike her lol. My least favorite of the consistent companions is Liara. She’s just too much, like she’s too much either way. When she’s innocent and naive she’s a little too childlike but then when she goes all rage she has absolutely zero control she’s just exhausting honestly

My Squad Selection:

Mass Effect 1- Garrus and Kaidan or occasionally Wrex

Mass Effect 2- I feel like I mixed this one up a little bit more often (mostly because you had to take each companion on their own loyalty mission) but usually always Garrus and then Miranda was probably my most often second person

Mass Effect 3-Garrus and EDI every time

Favourite In-game Romance: Shakarian always

Other pairings I like: I’m still fond of Shenko and even though it’s not canon I gotta support Ashley x Fshep for my girl

Favourite NPC: Anderson and Dr. Chakwas, nothing can replace my love for Dr. Chakwas, but Bailey gets an honorable mention

Favourite Antagonist: Kai Leng solely because the final scene with him was just so good but I gotta say I also enjoyed Maya Brooks

Favourite Mission: Oh gosh I’m definitely a fan of Overlord, but nothing beats the absolute adrenaline rush I get every time I do the Rannoch mission in ME3

Favourite Loyalty Mission: I have a love/hate relationship with Grunt’s loyalty mission, I love killing the thresher maw but also I hate killing the thresher maw, but the one I really enjoy the most is Jack’s. I feel like a lot of people really relate to seeing Jack confront her childhood trauma and I just love seeing the unique aspects of her character through the mission

Favourite DLC: Well I can’t not say the Citadel DLC, it really is so much fun, but I also loved Overlord, partially because I’m just glad Shepard gets to shut that shit down

Control, Synthesis or Destroy: I think theoretically speaking, synthesis is what my preferred ending would be, but since I can never kill Shepard I always go with destroy

Favourite Weapon: Phaeston rifle

Favourite Place: I feel like it’s a cop out to say the Normandy, but there’s no place like home you know

A quote I like: The one that always makes me giggle? “Sir Isaac Newton is the deadliest son-of-a-bitch in space!" but in a more serious theme “Stand amongst the ashes of a trillion dead souls and ask the ghosts if honor matters” I always play a paragon Shep but damn that line is raw

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WIP WThursday

@korblez tagged me, thank you!!

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In a reblog (or new post/w rules attached) post up to five filenames of your WIPs, not titles, file names

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be something you wrote in the last 7 days (we're posting progress here. If you haven't made any, go make some and come back to post!)

After you've posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from, write 3 sentences on it anyway and then 3 more on another to share!

That's it! You can invite others to join in or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request.

tagging whoever wants to do it brain is mush rn

let's just do the ones i have open rn yeah? yeah.

1. the killer and the casualty

2. ch6 cuddling and recap

3. jack and gender

4. ch1 heeeere's tarvok

Hope surged up his throat and squeezed it shut. If even one of the team had escaped the ambush, maybe they could still salvage the mission. Two, three, four turians alone couldn’t liberate an entire slaving hold, but they could find the comms and radio for backup and maybe, just maybe, make it out alive. He just had to get there first. He took a deep, shaking breath and shifted his weight forward, drawing his legs up to get his feet back under him. The old fracture in his leg ached where the two pieces of his shin plate pressed together, but he forced himself to ignore it. The stims in his armor would kick in sooner or later if he really needed them. Deep breath. Just had to make it twelve steps, that was all. Like the hikes he used to take with Marmat through the floodplains to get him used to marching. His leg never gave out after just twelve steps, so he just had to do that. And then do it again, and again, and again, until he made it back home. He could do it. He could. He cradled his Phaeston against his keel with his injured arm, braced the other against the crate, and waited. One of the batarians snapped at the others. Probably the officer, Axilus assumed. His joints creaked as he leaned into the crouch. Not yet, he told them. Another one stopped shooting to bark back, and the yelling overlapped. Axilus parted his jaws to take in a deeper breath. Not yet. Somebody’s comm crackled, but any words were drowned out by the gunfire. The bickering paused to hiss what was that, what was that. His gizzard rolled over. Not yet. The gunfire stopped. Fly! He hurled himself forward, ignoring the startled barks of the batarians and the screaming of the nerves in his leg. It slowed him down, but not enough; by the time the slavers had gotten their guns back up, he’d already crashed into the door, his hand slapping the control and head scrunched down as far into his cowl as his helmet would allow. His shields had at least recharged enough to absorb most of the fire that hit, the bullets merely bouncing off his armor with only a sharp sting instead of tearing straight through. A screechy voice rose above the gunfire, but he didn’t stop to hear what it said. Come on come on come on – The door slid open, dumping him on the floor behind, and he scrambled forward to let it close again. The metal absorbed whatever the officer screamed next.

5. scared little leni

[dreamsmun]

N7Month Day 3 – Assassin.  Late because I was streaming Outer Worlds most of today.

Antraxes Mehrkuri (né Partinax) is a turian OC of mine.  He was in the Blackwatch, and during that career, faced down a Krogan battlemaster (that’s where he lost a part of his fringe and got Warped on the back of his head).  He lost his mandible too, but it was replaced by a cybernetic.  He was eventually mentored by a Spectre.

Antraxes is an infiltrator, and as you can see, he’s got a sniper rifle here.  My friend Lou named it – Punitor.  (I based its design off the Phaeston/Krysae and the Inferno sniper rifle; RemTech looks so turian)

[the-chronic-shadow]

Going in!!! #Repost @pareeeee17 (@get_repost) ・・・ Can't wait #fanexpo! #femaleturian #turian #turians #turiancosplay #masseffectcosplay #masseffect #bioware #fanexpo #fanexpocanada #fanexpotoronto #fanexpo2017 #cosplay #cosplayer #cosplaying #evafoam #foamarmor #comiccon #armour #armor #mask #foammask #masseffect2 #masseffect3 #masseffectandromeda #phaeston (at Metro Toronto Convention Centre)

[wisconsinwarlock]

MSV Last Bastion - Episode 2

It’s been scandalously long since I posted an update to the story of the MSV Last Bastion... but nowhere near “time between Tool albums” long.

While Captain Jake Lennox takes care of providing decontamination logs and deals with all the red tape of interplanetary customs, the rest of the crew starts exploring Port Halifax. And the following day when trying to make their delivery, they make some remarkable, and disquieting, discoveries.

The first things that catch their eyes are that once outside the port itself, most of the buildings are not the usual pre-fabricated block stacks that one normally sees at startup colonies - there’s real wood, or at least a facade of it, built in a style making the town look like an early 21st century Norwegian village. Further west into downtown, near the lakeshore, things look a bit more modern with flashy holographic signs, but the style is more or less consistent. One of the larger establishments downtown is still open; holographic omni-lettering outside reads Valhalla; the thumping bass of the music blasting inside can be felt outside. The crew pass muster with the big krogan outside, Weyrloc Kraik, and are admitted to the club.

Inside, the crew find an establishment one might expect in a much larger city, and it’s reasonably busy. The ship’s asari physician, S’Vashi V’Dorus, strikes up a conversation with the lovely tattooed woman behind the bar, Amanda Delacroix, and discovers she’s the proprietor. Amanda is chatty - Valhalla, she informs S’Vashi, is her project, which she got some special consideration to undertake because of her previous relationship with Gunnar Lindström, the brother of Excelsior’s CEO. Her thought was that on a frontier world where, for at least a while, there won’t be much to do other than work and drink, one ought to have a really nice place to drink. While there, the crew feel the eyes of a young asari, Sylira T’Nurr, on them from time to time, and she smiles coquettishly when they turn to look.

The following morning, the rain has stopped and the clouds have mostly cleared off, revealing the steep slopes of the Misty Mountains to the north and east. The crew are up early to load up their hovering tow vehicle (the “mule”) and pallet trailers to get the lab equipment out to Station Sherwood, about 40 kilometers out into the forested foothills.

The station itself is a two-level pre-fabricated affair on the edge of an escarpment, giving a fantastic view into the wooded valley below, where herds of large mammalian grazers roam. The crew buzz in at the station’s front door, and a voice on the intercom asks “is that you, Karixus?” The crew is a little confused, but answer no, it’s the lab equipment they’ve been urgently requesting. At that the door opens and the crew is made welcome, and are introduced to Dr. Priya Varma and Dr. Jentath Bilan, the chief xenozoologist and xenobotanist, respectively. The lab equipment is unloaded to much excited chatter from the station staff, but then the question comes up as to whether any of the crew had seen Karixus Arias outside. 

When the crew answers no, it’s mentioned that he was the ERCS staffer who was supposed to come relieve Martin Fleming last night - the ERCS presence is just precautionary, and they usually just blend into the background, but this morning their absence has been noted. Suddenly the crew realize the significance of the ERCS vehicle parked outside; someone came to trade off shifts but neither took the vehicle back, and apparently neither came back inside last night. The station staff find it particularly odd that neither would have come inside from the rain, and with the unusually warm weather there have been swarms of nagging insects that would also give good reason to come indoors. The crew agrees to take a look for them.

With the rain from the previous night still soaking the ground, it’s not hard for the crew to find tracks to follow, and they follow them over a gentle rise along the edge of the forest. On the other side of the rise, not terribly far away, they find a human and a turian lying on the ground, some distance apart, both dead; the colors on their armor indicates they’re the missing ERCS staffers. The turian Karixas is whole, but shows visible signs of having suffered a massive allergic reaction; the human Martin is a dry skeleton still in his armor. The crew is suddenly deeply unnerved.

They start doing some detective work... Tak notes that the two are about five meters apart, and it looks like Martin had walked a bit further and started heading back; Karixus had walked up to the point where he fell. So... had Karixus come upon Martin here for some reason? Too far apart for a friendly conversation. The footprints indicate they were facing each other, but neither has any damage on their armor, and their weapons are holstered. Elizabeth is particularly discomfited, as she realizes that, if Karixus died last night, surely some scavenger would have come to try to take a bite out of him, even though it wouldn’t be able to digest the dextro-chiral flesh... but there’s no indication at all that he’s been disturbed. Yet... Martin appears to be completely consumed, picked clean, inside his armor.

While Tak attempts to hack into Karixus’ omni-tool to get some indication of why he might have been there, and Gravlax starts looking into a disturbed patch of flowering vegetation, S’Vashi starts examining a light blue residue that appears to have settled on his armor... one would think that would have washed away in the rain. She gives it a poke, gets a whiff of something vaguely lavender... and then nearly passes out. Gravlax, likewise, poking around the blue flowers nearby, starts getting lightheaded. And that’s when the hellcats attack.

Six large beasts, like felines flattened into giant-gecko shapes, come running from the grasses beyond the clearing, and assault the crew. Between S’Vashi’s biotics, Caius’ Phaeston, and Gravlax’s shotgun, they’re able to fend off the animals with a minimum of damage to themselves.

Gravlax does recover a discarded datapad among the bluebell-like flowers, which the crew surmises correctly have soporific pollen. The datapad has very little on it; just a message “Valhalla - 18.4 - 2330; Crimson Kite - 19.4 - 0700″. Tak does manage to hack into Karixus’ omni-tool, but gets only a brief recording of Karixus speaking, presumably to Martin, that he “knows”, and that getting rid of the datapad won’t make a bit of difference. They also find on Martin’s person a 3000-credit chit - a lot more cash than one would need to carry around while on duty.

The crew pieces some of this together and make the following educated guesses: Martin is engaged in some side work, possibly illicit, related to the message on the datapad; the bluebell-like flowers produce an anesthetic pollen, to which Martin succumbed to and to which Karixus had an allergic reaction... and that the flowers are carnivorous. This supposition is given some weight by that they move slowly toward the crew, against the wind.

The crew return to Station Sherwood, and alert the staff to what’s become of Martin and Karixus; their hope is that the staff will have bio-containment measures they can use to safely recover the bodies. They also convey information about what they encountered - the hellcats the team knows about, but the blue soporific bloom is something previously undiscovered. With the local heat wave, the team hypothesizes, it’s possible that previously dormant plant species are now active.

Upon returning to Port Halifax, the MSV Last Bastion crew make a point to spread the word of this newly discovered hazard; S’Vashi spreads word at the local clinic (where Priya Varma’s husband Sameer works as a general internist), Caius gets the word out at the ERCS barracks, and Gravlax tells his story of discovering the species over drinks at Valhalla, and gets the attention of Sylira T’Nurr, who hangs on his every word.