Metroid-Tamer

The crackling of electricity filled the air deep within Torvus Bog. The shots of electricity were fairly common, happening every few seconds. One might consider that a drone or some technology was going haywire, but this? This was a battle to survive. An injured grenchler was backed into a corner and desperately trying to keep its aggressor at bay. Unfortunately for the grenchler, the predatory metroid it was facing could - and did - easily dodge the attacks. The parasite couldn't get too close to the grenchler. It kept its back inaccessible by facing the metroid itself and shot attacks when it got too close. Occasionally it would snap its powerful jaws at the parasite, keeping it from latching on. The grenchler, however, was tired and without a shell on its back, it was far more vulnerable to dying. Once more it shot off an electrical burst. This served to annoy the metroid whose pincers clicked in response. The agitated noises of the parasite made it clear that its patience was

“You told me before you had a brother, but you never mentioned much in the way of details.” “It was not relevant at the time. I never expected it to become relevant.” “So you were what? Planning on leaving that knowledge in the past?” “Choosing not to speak about it does not mean I wish to forget.” It’d been hours now since they’d found Jiren. The newest addition to the Prothean group was already making waves just on the Normandy alone. Everyone was giving him space as directed but you could hear the idle chatter wherever you went. Maybe it was just the fact the Normandy’s crew was new and inexperienced with aliens now. Most of the people who’d served during the Reaper Invasion had moved on. That was probably both a good and bad thing for Jiren in the end, but the guy thankfully didn’t seem too bothered by people. Natalia held a conversation with Eshala as they went to meet Javik on the crew deck. The only reason the women sought him out happened to be the little girl walking

Sometimes the hardest thing was the simplest. Usually one would assume it was decisions that were the hardest things to make, but not this time. The past was what was the hardest thing for her right now. Recalling the events of the past and those who had been... It was overwhelming in a sense. Happiness could be found, sure, but so too could regret and sorrow. Another picture frame was snatched from its place upon the coffee table. After sitting around so long the frames just looked dustier than Mars itself. Natalia took a cloth to the one in hand and cleaned it. The picture it displayed was turned off for the moment so she could clean the screen, saving her mind from more wandering thoughts and emotions. She set it back down when she was done with it and went for the next. As she was reaching for the next frame, Natalia was suddenly interrupted by her front door opening. Without hesitation she stood up and was prepared to act but she didn't need to in the end. Standing there in the

Why was it that every time Vasille visited his estate that Victor wasn’t readily available? Having to track him down every time was annoying let alone exhausting. As the Lord of this territory, Victor should be more aware of his own estate and its going ons. For a necromancer Lord and vampire, he wasn’t the easiest man to work with. If he wasn’t a valuable resource then she wouldn’t even bother with him. Here she was again finding him asleep in his chair in his library. An open scroll was draped over his lap and a few books were scattered at his feet. Across the room from him, at his desk, one could see letters he had not yet finished and stopped halfway through. The quill was dry and laying on the table with the ink bottle next to it closed shut. The candles had even been extinguished rather than burnt to the bottom of the wick. He must have grown too tired to finish his work… again. Some small trinkets were there too, but Vasille could guess they were more than trinkets given

Fire Hair Twili “Fire Hair” Twili are twili who exhibit an unnatural kind of hair. Though it mimics fire in how it moves and flares, it is not actually fire-like beyond this. That said, the hair you see is pure energy generated from their bodies and magic. The energy itself is cool to the touch and cannot set fire to their surroundings as it is a manifestation of magic energy. While they aren’t different from other twili aside from looks, these fire hair twili are gifted magic users and have a naturally higher magic pool than other twili. Hair Specifics Like mentioned, the hair of a fire hair twili is pure magic energy and manifests the way it does. This means that, in essence, all fire hair twili are actually bald physically. The energy of the hair can change depending upon multiple factors, but it should never fully extinguish unless upon death. It is in constant motion all their lives shortly after birth to their death, so patterns and shape will always be changing. The only

After what felt like an eternity silence finally settled in. There was no more crying or fussing from the new infant now that she was asleep. It took too long to get the child to calm down, but with her being only two days old it was to be expected. The process of calming the child left her mother exhausted and with little energy herself. More than that, however, the silence was letting the mother's thoughts run a little too much. This wasn't supposed to happen. Having a child was not planned nor desired and yet here she was with one in her arms. Their peoples' time in the galaxy was over and Eshala knew that. Having a child - a Prothean child - seemed more than pointless now. Sure, the Reapers were gone and war was no longer a worry, but the Reapers had already done their damage and there was no coming back from it. This child was one of a kind and would likely only suffer from being of a dead race as she aged. Was it right to even have this child? Eshala couldn't decide what to do.