[Hardora, Palaven] Homecoming to Nothing (Open)

Gamlitz "Gambit" Vayzerren didn't know what to think. Many people couldn't tell him how badly his hometown of Hardora was affected by the war. He was pulling embassy duty on Earth when the war began, and spent most of it with a group of human biotics, just skirmishing across the concrete jungle of Washington D.C.

He always told the friends he made on Earth during the time of war that he was going to go home one day, as soon as he could face his awful upbringing and come to terms that the city he ran around as a child was wiped clean. But these past few weeks, Hardora has been on his mind. He was absolutely driving himself insane with the things his minds eye was seeing. He hadn't been in contact with his family for years before the war, Only spirits know what had come of them.

Here he was, on a GTG shuttle transport from the Slafcron station to Hardora

Today was the day, Yesterday he had been cleared for leave from Embassy duty for a week. He was to report back the very next Monday at 0630. listen to myself Gambit thought, I'm starting to forget how Turians manage time. Gambit had asked 3 of his surviving human war buddies if they wanted to tag along on his journey to Palaven. He only got a response from one, Gambit figured the other 2 were either dead somewhere or were trying their best to forget, so he left it at that. The one that responded, Alan Stramboski, Simply Boski to Gambit, was Gambit's closest war buddy. "Gambit, are you alright?" Boski snapped Gambit out of his trance. "Uh, yeah sorry, I was just thinking"
Boski frowned, "I know how you feel, It seems like all everybody does these days is think"
Boski had a noticeable accent, Gambit didn't know enough about human accents, But he guessed it was probably Russian or Polish.
They both felt the shudder of the shuttle as it made impact with the ground. "Here goes nothing, as a human would say" Gambit managed to choke out. Boski only nodded and stepped back as the shuttle doors opened. The station at Hardora seemed abandoned. No patron came running to aid them off, Nobody was sitting in the bay waiting chairs, the walls of the station were even filled with holes and had large chunks missing. "Hello?" Gambit eagerly belted out. No answer.

Gambit stepped out, Boski reluctantly followed. Tarnim, The Turian shuttle driver stepped out behind them both "Spirits, This place is empty" he muttered. Gambit made a beeline for the entrance hall, He had heard his province was hit the hardest, and Hardora was smack dab in the middle of it. His pace quickened, leaving the 5 foot 7 Boski stretching his legs to keep up, "Gambit slow the hell dow-"

Emptiness, Boski had ran into a stone Gambit. As Boski looked up he saw the station looked like a Reaper took a butcher knife and hacked off the other side. Into the distance, They both saw nothing but ruin. Nothing but scattered armor, shuttle scrap metal, broken buildings and Craters.

Arus had been on the same shuttle, sleeping through the trip. There had been another female turian who had hurried off the other direction when they had eventually landed, totally unrelated.

The fleet engineer did try to remember why had had wanted to come here of all places. He had to be back to the Citadel in a week’s time to leave with his ship for deep space exploration tour. Was is the long time he was about to spend in space that made him want to see the land of his father again? The wasteland?

Yeah, you had a hard time feeling homesick for this sight, pal.

There was another turian and a human… what by all the spirits was a human doing here of all places on Palaven? The turian was clad in cabal colors. Arus frowned, as most fleet guys he was a bit suspicious about their biotics. You just never saw them around, they were always keeping to themselves detached to special ops and stuff. Well at least he never met them in his engine rooms on a regular basis.

Nonetheless he stepped beisde the odd couple.
“Welcome to Plaven. Isn’t she a sight to behold.” He cracked a nut with his teeth, it calmed his nerves.