#threads: tali-zorah-vas-normandyrp 001

[queenofomega]

@tali-zorah-vas-normandyrp // Quarian

Rage boiled just beneath a carefully curated exterior of indifference. Only her oldest and most trusted of guards knew Aria T’Loak was two seconds from snapping someone’s neck. And as such, each of them stood stiff-backed at their posts around her private upper landing in Afterlife. Not a single one moved as the female quarian was brought before the de facto ruler of Omega.

Aria scanned the datapad in her hand for the third time that evening, combing through lines of code that apparently this quarian woman had used to hack into her systems. She still hadn’t decyphered how it had gotten past her layered, randomized firewalls. Or even what information it had managed to extrapolate before her own team of hackers had dismantled it. Her molars ached with how hard she was clenching them together.

Someone had gotten disturbingly close to Liselle’s identity. This was unacceptable.

Aria deactivated the datapad, tossing it haphazardly to the side on her couch as she turned her pale blue eyes to the quarian. “Let me make myself perfectly clear,” she began, clasping her hands in her lap. “You have one chance of walking out of Afterlife alive, and that chance depends on how willing you are to answer my questions.”

She narrowed her eyes, silently cursing the tinted visor of the quarian’s enviro-suit that hid any facial ticks she could recognize. Quarians were much easier to work with before the Geth, she lamented.

“What were you looking for?”