#tazzik

[onedismay]

unfortunate artifact from 2023 that i unearthed today

shadow broker from me2, tazzik from me: redemption

[n0x-art]

"Smoke Break After Work"

I do still love this character...like...ALOT. I've just had no time to draw him until recently.

If you see warped lines...No you didn't.

I know Salarians have green blood....that's not his blood...

[sparatus]

👀

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year

so my plan for not-affiliated-with-certain-orgs nanowrimo this year had been a post-itlog novella feat. garrus and feron in no-reapers au lair of the shadow broker but then life kinda. hit me in the face with a whole freight train so it dropped off but i do still want to pick it up again cause im invested in the story, it adds plot stuff for exdiff but also it deals with garrus's trauma and depression after omega and how he finds his drive in life again. and also furthers my garrus/tasora propaganda and includes feron and tazzik and quentius + nautilea and their mildly feral xenoarchaeologist daughter

it also gets into my hc that after The Rocket Thing garrus is rendered mostly blind on his right side and reduced hearing so here's some of the first chapter that includes that

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Whoever had decided that omni-tools needed to default to yellow text on orange holo, with low contrast and a tiny font size, deserved to be shot.

Solana had been the one to help Garrus find the display settings and figure out what would let him actually read. High contrast, large font size, yellow text on blue holo, and a button in the corner to turn on a screen reader that never moved so he didn’t have to hunt for it. He didn’t ask, not wanting to run the risk of a lecture and more shame over his actions than he already gave himself, but Sol was always the smart one. She let him have the courtesy of not calling him out in front of anyone, too, just waited until they were alone in the spaceport waiting for their shuttle to Palaven for Solstice while Tasora was in the restroom, slid a seat over, and asked if she could show him some tricks she’d found in the settings to customize the display.

She never once said the word blind. He didn’t even know if she knew yet, not right then. By the time Tasora got back, he could read his own notifs again, and they were watching dumb extranet vids on it like nothing had happened at all. He let her pick the toppings on their cheap spaceport pizza lunch in quiet thanks.

Staring at the screen now, though, reading felt just as impossible as before. The old Normandy group chat from over a year ago had randomly come back to life early that morning, Torres popping in to say he would be on the station again soon and would love to meet up with anybody still there, and it had been buzzing periodically ever since as other crew in other time zones woke up, saw the chat, and got excited with the rest. Kaidan was stationed on a training base down in Zakera, Ashley was doing a guard rotation at the embassies, Haugen and Isotalo were here, Khulozai was there. In the past hour, maybe fifteen more messages had popped in as people got off work or woke up for the day or took a convenient break to see why their ’tool was buzzing so much.

His gizzard rolled over on itself. The message bubbles scrolled past in a vague mass of shapes. Seeing, but not reading. If any of them had noticed he was online but not speaking, none of them had said.

He fluttered his mandibles and forced himself to tab back to his home screen. It was the end of the work day in the turian embassy, and Tasora would fuss if she came out of her office to him having a pity party. She didn’t need to be fussing over him, not right now. He could be a big boy and ignore it.

He fluttered his mandibles and instinctively started to look around, only for the blurry shadows that made up most of the right side of his field of view to make him dizzy, so he had to stop and remember to scent the air instead. The rocket hadn’t damaged anything in his nose, at least. He’d managed to learn the scents of a fair number of the embassy team in the past few weeks, and they'd started recognizing him, too, and said hello to him on the days he came in to pry Tasora away from her work on time. There was Auggie, of course, rocketing around collecting last-minute notes and reports and whatever else the councilor's assistant was responsible for at the end of the day. Ambassadors Orinia and Treninius were loitering outside the latter’s office; a turn of his head so he could look with his good eye confirmed they were chatting as they got their cloaks on. A mess of scents he only barely recognized was milling about by the door to the lawyers’ suite. Old Ambassador Itatumus was approaching on his bad side, and gave him the courtesy of a click-whistle to announce his presence before Garrus turned his head.

A door at the other end of the lobby, just before the doors to the big office and the Blackwatch soldiers bristling with guns guarding it, chimed a warning, and he turned his head just as his nasal plates tingled with bourbon and salt.

The whole lobby seemed to suck in a breath as Ambassador Quentius strode out of his office, mandibles set and crest slightly raised like a man on a mission. Orinia and Treninius stepped further out of the walkway, Auggie paused to look where the embassy’s resident giant was going, the lawyers fell to a buzzing hush. Garrus lifted his head, fluttering his good mandible in curiosity, but not too much, not wanting to draw attention to himself.

Red-orange eyes snapped to him, and he tried not to wince. “Oh, good, you are here,” Quentius huffed, taking a few more long strides before stopping not too far from the couch Garrus had parked himself on. “If you can convince her to go home within the next half-hour and without causing any more fusses, I’ll send you a few fish.”

Garrus blinked, fighting the urge to shrink back into the cushions. Quentius had been a major in the Imperial Army, and carried himself as such, and it had been all too obvious the first few times Garrus had dropped in on the embassy after the disastrous anniversary gala at the end of last year. He didn’t think tensions between the embassies had ever been higher; following the funeral, he’d seen more talons left ungloved, unbooted, and filed sharp around the Citadel than a younger him would have thought legal. Tasora had told him nobody saw the councilor very much at all outside him arriving in the morning and departing several hours late each day, embroiled as he was in calls and conferences with various Imperial leaders trying to decide what to do about the rot in their midst, and there were some days where you could go an entire day without even realizing the old man was there. That had been half of why Garrus started coming up at the end of the day to walk out with her, a nagging fear in the back of his head that if he let her out of his sight for too long, something terrible would happen.

His therapist had said that was the PTSD talking, and they’d work on it. He’d told him he’d feel better in a Palaven month, and then he wouldn’t have to go anywhere anyway, just stay home and protect the nest. This was also apparently not a normal thing to say.

[csaberific]

Another unfinished cut chapter from Echoes: Kasumi does a rescue mission. This would've taken place somewhere between Joker's second chapter and Veshan's, but I admittedly lost interest in the idea after writing these scenes. Some finished version of it from an alternate universe does get mentioned in Veshan's chapter.

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At the summons, Kasumi cloaked and headed through to the Ghost's upper deck. The tight corridors made slipping by passing crew tricky, but nothing she'd hadn't done before—a point of amusement more than anything else. The Ghost wasn't even the first turian frigate she'd snuck around.

It was the first she'd crewed on, and the spartan accommodations reminded her how much she'd gotten used to the Normandy. Cerberus pretended to be military, then proceeded to drop leather couches in the observation lounges and stick a fish tank in the captain's cabin. Their regulations amounted to four or five guidelines—and had the Normandy's captain and pilot feeling comfy enough to get together. The turians kept few regs, too, only because they coded the missing ones into their culture. Garrus never mentioned her occupation to the crew, but her usual getup gave her away. Hence the crew staring at her wherever she went. Hence the cloaking.

If all this led to the Leviathan, it was worth it.

Behind the CIC was the debriefing room. Several chairs sat in a circle around an open center, with a large screen at the back. Garrus and LT Hadraxas were already there. Kasumi entered behind Veshan, then took a random seat, still cloaked. Tazzik arrived a few seconds later.

"We're headed for the Kepler Verge, Newton system," Garrus said, standing, "The Alliance Eighth Fleet is trying to hold the cluster, but it's taken a turn for the worse." He switched the screen on and brought up an image of a large facility surrounding an impressive dish array. "A Reaper force got in under the Alliance's defenses and are targeting this communications hub on the planet Ontarom. Rear Admiral Sandhu's asked us to help keep them out."

"Is the Alliance lacking on manpower?" Tazzik asked. "Why bring in a turian ship?"

"I offered our help as a favor to a friend," Garrus said. "Lot of colonies in the Verge, but the Eighth Fleet doesn't have the ships to evacuate them because they're tied up defending Ontarom and the Newton relay. Unless we ease the pressure. Saving colonists and protecting a strategic objective at the same time? I'd say that's worthwhile."

Tazzik shrugged, reclining in his chair. He never failed to impress with how non-stereotypical of a salarian he was—far more Zaeed Massani than Mordin Solus or Jondum Bau. "You're the boss."

"Do they know they're not just getting a bunch of turians?" Veshan asked. "I doubt they'd appreciate having to fight alongside me."

"Sandhu's aware," Garrus said. "If her people have a problem, they can take it up with me." He switched the photo with the facility schematics. "Now, we're heading out as soon as we reach Ontarom. We'll know more about our role in the defense once we're there, but be ready. Either the Reapers haven't arrived yet and we have time, or they have, and we're coming in hot."

When Garrus dismissed the team, Tazzik and Veshan left first, then Garrus. Hadraxas waited for the door to close, then stood. "I thought these missions weren't for you."

Jig's up. Kasumi decloaked. "How'd you know I was here?"

"Lucky guess."

Kasumi glanced at the now-empty screen. "I like knowing things."

"That much is obvious." Hands behind her back, Hadraxas started a slow paces around the center of the room. "What I don't get is… well. I'm a soldier, this is my posting. Tazzik's too, though he's a merc, and his boss is a far cry from my people's military. Veshan's here to fight. You? You, I don't get."

"I'm here for the Leviathan. Thought that was clear when I joined up."

"The Leviathan's important, but it's one thing out of many for us. If it's all you wanted, you could've joined Task Force Aurora." Hadraxas stopped. "Don't get me wrong, if Vakarian says you're crew, then you're crew. I'm just surprised you've stayed on. Especially since Ontarom might be keeping us for a while."

The LT had a point. Back at Aurora's lab on the Citadel, joining seemed the obvious choice, at least until reality set in. "Sorry, Garrus, but I can't do another Collector base. I'm a thief, not a soldier." So she and Garrus made an arrangement. Hitting the front lines of the war was expected of turian military, but not of her. Not that she wouldn't earn her place on the ship. While the rest of the team deployed to hotspots, she busied herself with the Leviathan hunt, searching through data and coming up with leads. Sometimes, those leads became missions she wouldn't miss for the world.

Meanwhile, Task Force Aurora was formed to hunt down pieces of Reaper history, hoping that whatever fragments remained in the galaxy could offer some insight into the Reapers' weaknesses. For them, the Leviathan was their most promising lead and their top priority. Kasumi imagined going solo, infiltrating Reaper-held territories in search of clues. She probably would've been perfect for the job. That sort of archaeology was another kind of thievery.

She shrugged. "Sure, but experience tells me we have the best chance of finding it."

"You mean the Normandy."

"We found out the Collectors used to be Protheans, learned a whole lot about the geth." And took the Omega-4 Relay to where nobody else has gone, she almost added. "That's more progress than all the researchers over the last few hundred years combined. On top of dealing with everyone's issues, clearing out a few dozen merc bases, and saving the galaxy from a few rogue VI." She jumped to her feet. "So yeah. Whatever else we get swept up in or whatever duties you all have to honor, you're stuck with me."

Hadraxas crossed her arms. "At least until we find the Leviathan."

Smiling, Kasumi trotted out of the briefing room and cloaked.

The obvious choice still seemed the right choice. Kasumi gave Hadraxas the obvious reasons while wondering why that really was.

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Slowly but surely, the mini galaxy map grew more and more cluttered with each new shred of evidence, painting a picture of what they hoped was the Leviathan's trail. Garrus had converted a cargo hold into an investigation room dedicated to the hunt. The galaxy map stood at the center, with uncovered relics and computers scattered around it. Part detective's office, part museum, part conspiracy theorist's abode.

As always, in a habit bred through dozens of meticulously planned heists, Kasumi started at the beginning. The batarians discovered a dead Reaper on Jartar, and luckily for the Ghost and Task Force Aurora, Lord Tul kept copies of their research data on his person. Before the indoctrination really kicked in, the scientists found traces of some energy that didn't quite match the rest of the dead Reaper's trace emissions. Easy answer was that it came from the weapon responsible.

The energy signature gave the Ghost something to start with, but not much in the way of direction. It was just one piece in a puzzle. Doctor Ann Bryson, daughter of the late research lead, seemed to be another. Thanks to the indoctrinated assistant wiping much of Aurora's data, she proved so elusive she reminded Kasumi of herself. Thus far, all they knew was that she left the Citadel on the MSV Icarus, a ship built for lengthy voyages, and the Icarus dropped off the galactic map the moment it hit one of Widow's relays.

Mysteries within mysteries. Garrus and Veshan were probably loving this.

In her earpiece at a low volume came a steady stream of gunfire with the occasional explosion. "Brute, focus fire," Garrus said.

It was whim that she tuned into squad radio. On the field, taking Garrus's orders was easy enough, but in the relative quiet of the Ghost, the chatter took her back. The Collector base, she supposed, was a sort of infiltration. If constant explosions, ceaseless gunfire, and an endless onslaught of enemies didn't disqualify it.

Kasumi, at least, knew her part: disruption and assassination. The former she took some small pleasure in, throwing Collectors for a loop with well-placed tech bursts. The latter, well, her cloak and her omni-tool made taking out the tougher Collectors child's play. It all amounted to a careful dance, where the slightest misstep meant either her death or someone else's, and the margins of error were razor-thin.

Somehow, the Collector base went down in flames. Kasumi and all the others made it aboard the Normandy for the great escape.

A click as a new radio channel opened. "Captain Vakarian," Admiral Sandhu said. "I've just learned there's one survivor of the initial assault. Grace Sato, one of the techs. She's hiding in an offsite bunker, but Reaper forces are headed to that location. Do you have the manpower to extract her?"

"How long until the Reapers get there?" Garrus asked.

"Twenty minutes at the most."

Between clearing a landing area for the Ghost and redeploying, there was definitely not enough time. Idly, Kasumi delved into the Ontarom files and brought up the schematics of the bunker. The exit route was easy enough to find.

She almost spoke into the radio channel. I'm a thief, not a soldier. And yet…

"Admiral, Garrus," she said. "I can get into that bunker. If you send me some backup, I can get Sato out."

[n0x-lupus]

“Fuck off Feron, I’m too cold to listen to your incessant talking.”

Back on my Tazzik Bullshit™. Drew the original sketch of this by hand like a year ago, found it again and felt it deserved to be finished. Tazzik in what I headcanon as his winter outfit. Man doesn’t skimp when it comes to being warm, naturally since he’s amphibian, cold climates are not his thing, so you can bet your ass this coat cost a pretty credit and Feron is to stay 10ft away at all times to avoid spilling Tupari on it.

I was lazy with the textures so I just used royalty free ones for the fabric of the coat, straps and fur hood.

[agenttazzik]

It's canon that Tazzik has claws and my crops are flourishing because of this fact.

Like, I imagine he takes his gloves off and taps his claws on a hard surface near Feron to A. Annoy him and B. To freak him the FUCK out.

Is Taz pissed at Feron? Toying with him? Have a hearty tune stuck in his head that hes subconsciously tapping his claws to? Hell if Feron knows but it's best to peace the fuck out of the room.

Imagine someone minding their own business and then they hear the scraping of nails/claws on metal and turn around to see Tazzik with a amused smirk on his face. Like??? If I could write half decently, I'd totally write a fic.

I also headcanon that Salarians are born with claws of some kind and have the choice to have them removed later on in life if they're gonna use haptic feedback implants or just find it easier to do their jobs without them.

((Re-uploading because it wasn't appearing in the tags properly, plus I added a couple things))

[blueboobutterfly]

Yesssssssss

Agent Zeta and Tazzik from the Mass Effect comics.

IDK whats with those comics on making salarian villains … like that.

[sarcastic-slab]

meh. old and bad

[ljandersen]

Sideways Part 3

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Chapter 14:

Incoming*

Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy, post-war

Pairing: Femshep/Kaidan Alenko

Rating: Mature

Available:  AO3 (beginning, new chapter)

Summary:  She is a peaceful politician who loves her family. The other’s a hated renegade at the center of war. Trapped in the others’ timeline, it’s a race to find the impossible before getting locked in place forever. Is the way home worth the ultimate sacrifice?

James saw Shepard looking at them and broke free.  He rushed at her.  Perhaps he felt a responsibility to protect the shuttle as well as the Councilor, but she wasn’t in trouble.  It was the asari who was in trouble. 

The asari looked Shepard in the eye.  “Don’t kill me.  I’ll fight for you.”

She had attacked Tazzik.  But one Warp didn’t make up for the beating she’d given Shepard.

“Why would I trust you?”  Shepard drove her Omni-Blade down again.

It glanced off the asari’s barrier.  Her biotic barrier faltered.  She was panting.  One more hit would end it.

“I’ll help!  I surrender!” She gasped as Shepard raised her blade for the final swing.

James caught Shepard’s wrist.  “Whatcha doing?  I heard her surrender.”

“She’ll stab us in the back, Vega.”  Shepard ripped her wrist free from him.  “Get back to that monster of a salarian.  I’m fine!”

“Hey, hey, I’m not sayin’ you need me.  We need you!  That salarian and his crew -- we need you there, not rolling around here.”  He threw biotic cuffs on the ground by her feet.  “Lock her up.  Let’s go.”

James and cuffs.  It reminded her too much of the last memory she had of him in the other timeline.  She glared up at him.

“Let me take care of her my way.”  Shepard kicked the cuffs away.

“I surrender!” the asari screeched and tried to catch James’s eye.

“Help the soldiers.”  James dragged Shepard up by the elbow.  He locked the cuffs on the asari himself and left her belly down on the floor.  

[kultderneunaugen]

SL Screens aus dem Brachland + Zwei von Tazzik (Kann mich nicht entscheiden)

[onedismay]

my fever is going strong but so is the brain cell that does these kinds of things so i think i'm winning

[dirtylittlemuses]

Mass Effect Relationships Week— Day One: Hello and Goodbye

For MER week I am going to focus on a lesser known pairing: Liara and Feron. Feron only appeared in comics and in the shadow broker DLC but, well, as the artist for the comics wrote “I drew her looking at the device with love in her eyes. He sacrificed himself for her and for Shepard. It should be love!” So, basically canon, right? Anyway, for day one, I focused on the time between ME and ME2, the first time Feron and Liara parted after they teamed up to rescue Shepard's body and...well you’ll have to read to find out. (Most of the dialogue is from the comic itself, so I do not claim ownership to that!)

“This is is. You know what to do —” She could hear the voice, she knew the words, but for the life of her, Liara couldn’t find the source. And, by the Goddess, did she want to. “ — The body and the data.” He was right. That’s what was important. 

The body.

Shepard.

She was blinded by the glow of the stasis pod in front of her. This was what she came for. She swore she could even see a wisp of red through the small pane of glass on the front, hair or blood, she didn’t know. She never found out. 

“No matter what happens, get them out of here!”

I did, Feron. 

Feron!

That’s who she was talking to! She hadn’t been able to see him until then, and when he was revealed he was backlit by the glow of the stasis pod — which wasn’t really logical, as they were hiding behind a stack of shipping cargo. As soon as she remembered that, the boxes piled around them, and they were once more cloaked in shadows. She also remembered what she said to him next. She tried to stop the words as they came out, but her jaw was unusually heavy and hard to control. 

“I know what to do. I just hope you do. We’ve been here before. You’re not going to ‘accidently’ let Taz get away again, are you?” It hadn’t seemed so harsh in the moment, and perhaps they were justified, he had screwed her over a couple of times, after all; but considering they were some of the last words she’d gotten to say to him, considering what happened next, she wished she’d just kept her mouth closed. 

Or better yet, she wished she would have insisted they stay together. 

But that’s not what she did.

Just like her jaw, her body seemed to be too heavy to change anything now. All she could do was watch. 

Feron did what he did best, smooth talk, manipulate  — sacrifice himself. And when it came to Liara’s turn to act, she did what she did best, act selfishly. She’d only done what he’d told her, she’d got the body and the data, but now all she could see was the look on his face. The horror in his eyes, his bloody face, trapped and strangled by Tazzik, watching his only hope abandon him, it was seared into her brain. 

“Liara, go! Go now —” She’d tried to save him? Hadn’t she? “—Save Shepard!” Not hard enough. He’d risked his life for her so she could have Shepard, who had been just a dead body to him. And she’d let him. She’d had a gun. She had her biotics. Why didn’t she try harder to save him?

“I’m sorry!” The heaviness in her jaw didn’t make changing the script easy, but she could feel her lips forming the words this time, only she couldn’t hear them. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Feron —” The hardened look of heartbreak on his face said that he couldn’t either. The ship’s door locked into place, putting a thick shield of glass between them. Her fists pounded against it, to no avail. 

The ship blasted out of Omega’s dock, the force of takeoff knocking Liara backward. She scrambled back to her feet, trying to peer out the glass again, only the sight was not one she’d expected, nor was it one she’d seen before. She wasn’t welcomed with the cold expanse of space like usual, but instead, she saw Feron, so bloody and beaten she could barely recognize him. And he wasn’t moving.

Liara woke up sick to her stomach. She’d had this same nightmare for months, but never had it ended like that. What did that mean? Could he really be dead? No— the better question was, could he possibly be alive? She doubted it. The dim orange light of her Omnitool bathed her in a soft glow, an unread email prompting her to open it. Confirmation of her rental of an office. An office on Illium. She and she alone was going to take down the Shadow Broker. “I will avenge you, Feron. By the Goddess, he will pay.”

[chubsono]

He's honestly so attractive for no reason

tazzik is the best salarian in canon this is non-negotiable im sorry

[buralarsensizlik]

rehberimi komple sildim hepinizden kurtuldum uzak durun benden yallah tazzik

[n0x-lupus]

So... this happened... because I'm a horrid goblin child.

This started because @beyonddarkspacenew and I were on discord and he quickly re-sketched an old picture I half finished of Tazzik, but it looked 9000% better than my original one. I liked it so much I finished it.

Basically this cocky bastard is in his quarters chillin' like a villain in his under suit, schemeing and just being the Devil that he is.

It looks a little rough around the edges because it literally is, it wasn't supposed to be a serious picture.

[agenttazzik]

Tazzik mood board/Aesthetic