Excellent Adventures

Okay, so I was walking around Omega today and somehow got lost somewhere around the Rasmer district. Naturally I decided to stay lost and see where my feet would take me because who fuck with me.

Needless to say I was quite surprise by what I found. There was an entire section of this place I found just covered in murals of all kinds and best of all there was paint there for anyone to add to the wall. I sat down for a few hours and added something of course before going on my way. It was actually kinda interesting finding that. Makes me wonder what else I don't know about this place. (probably a lot)

So anyways, that was a good trip for a few hours. I think the best thing about it was that it completely exhausted the puppies. Heh. They are loud, a lot louder then I expected but still worth it.

And I'm gonna stop talking now. Bah.

Talk about adventures or something, puppies, whatever the fuck you want to talk about I don't really care and I'll respond probably.

You know that feeling when you've been laying in your OP in a snowstorm with IR goggles for 2 hours and unable to see shit without them? No? well you feel pretty isolated. Like you're in a box looking out because of all the layers you're dressed in.

Well, somehow the snowstorm subsided without me noticing at first (was trying to think of something else to get my mind of the fact that I was freezing my ass of on the ground in a snowstorm) so When I took of the goggles I was completely flabbergasted to see that the air was completely clear. I just laid there stunned for 5 minutes looking at the landscape. It was pretty amazing really.

Since I don't wanna get into the whole Gelai or...about the war, I guess I'll talk about something that happened a few months ago. Lot of Rites happen around here, now that theres actually reason to stay on Tuchanka. And one of my krantt stopped being such a little shit for brain whelp and actually started to act like a krogan, so the shaman in the camp figured it was his time for the Rite. He was told to gather his krantt and prepare.

So the five of us show up, and a few of the older krogan are pissed as hell. Turns out, traditionally, krantt are all krogan, and it makes sense cuz its one of their most ancient traditions. So the older guys were shouting, saying that it was a disgrace that a turian and an asari were there, that a drell and a human would be too fucking weak.

So I biotically headbutted one of them. Dihalla(the asari) did the same thing shortly after. And since I couldn't speak, she did, going on about how she's not going to back down from the Rite because of some little whiny fuck saying she couldn't. That she already fought for the Eclipse and she wasn't going to let some old fart stop her, and how she was probably older than one of them. Gave me time to type up my own little blurb, going about how I beat GeneTec and what I went through on Earth with Cerberus. Helios (turian) points out that he was fighting along side some of them during the war...And Korvus (drell guy) just stood there and let the rest of us shout.

The Shaman just stands there listening to us, and then says that it wouldn't be the first time that non-krogan fought as a krantt, and that we understood what it was like to be a krantt. Since his word was final, he let us participate...even mentioned that it might be as much of a rite for us as it was for Slak(the krogan obviously) So we were all allowed to go and take the rite, which I'm not exactly allowed to explain what happens.

Basically, we made it through, if only barely, few of us with some battle scars to prove it. Korvus cried at the end, nearly shitting his pants, but we survived it. Now apparently we're all adults in the eyes of the people in the camp, or at least I'm sure about it because our workload basically doubled after that.

This happened during the coup.

Me, the bird, and Naaya (all of them useless) somehow ended up together and this went as well you expected with a bunch of Cerberus soldiers running around gunning down every single person in sight.

And of course the Bird tore no destroyed my favorite robe with her sharp claws (and was still entirely useless) but I am getting off track. Anyway, we ended up in some building or some such with a bunch of humans I can't remember because we were getting shot at by what was apparently every single operative in that ward (exaggeration but it felt that way) and we were clearly going to get killed (again, because the bird was useless and cannot shoot a gun to save her life) and Cerberus tried everything, up to caving half of the building's roof in on us.

Miraculously, we managed to survive. Even the Bird (because of me saving her life)

But the Bird still hasn't bought me a new robe in compensation for the one she destroyed.

(this is a hint, Bird. I want my robe.)

how are the puppies??

also ok for an adventure ummm... actually i ended up on omega by mistake. i just made enough money to get out of illium, and i was heading to the citadel when the ship got hit by some asshole pirates. i guess there was some rich guy on board that was supposed to be transporting something, i know it's vague but that's all i got from rumors, otherwise i don't know what the fuck. my only guess is like, maybe he had some incriminating documents? anyways. all i know for SURE is i am never going on a commercial flight like that again unless there are plenty of mercs guarding it.

worst ever

Perhaps if Najhil had Money and Pariah did not bitch about the Robe all the Time, Najhil would find out where Pariah lives and send Pariah a Robe.

About seven months after the war ended I decided I was ready to try getting from the apartment to work on my own. Not really my first choice, but Daia was busy that day and we couldn't carpool, so I figured I'd see if I had the route memorized enough to go without an escort.

There's about five blocks of walking between my apartment building and the nearest public shuttle terminal, then two more between the stop and the office, and let me tell you it felt like walking across the planet. Cities are a hell of a lot more intimidating when all you have to navigate them with is ambient noise and tactile nervestim spatial feedback. The crosswalks have audio cues for when they're safe to use, at least, but still. Anyway, I made it to the shuttles okay and got out in the business district, and then things got wild. There was one point where the suit's feedback had me thinking I was following a wall that I didn't remember being there, and then the wall said "Politely: excuse me, I need to cross here" and I realized I'd been walking alongside an elcor the entire time. So then I had to find my way back, but my sense of landmarks was all messed up, and I ended up asking a traffic light for directions because they happen to be the same shape as NA VI terminals.

So the end result was that I showed up about thirty minutes late. Fortunate that I'm bonded to the CEO or I'm pretty sure that would've resulted in a pay cut. Still, I made it there on my own - a year ago that wouldn't even have been a pipe dream, considering how long it took to adjust physically. I was pretty thrilled with myself.

...This isn't really much of an excellent adventure compared to everybody else's.

Oh!

I am a Kemati, a...Walker? Yes, I suppose that would be the proper translation, or near to it. It is my job to travel and Learn.

I have been Kemati since just after the Shadows receded, and the Demons left us, by the grace of the Names and Pillars. Since then, I have had some very interesting adventures. But my most memorable is where I saw a...lesser creature for the first time. An alien. There aren't many on Khar'Shan, though many outsiders seem to think there are for some reason, and in Khaljah, there are none, at least that I know of, because there is very little contact with the outside world in Khaljah. It - he - was a krogan, and well, I don't think I like krogan very much. He was quite rude, and dull-witted, though that was unsurprising, since he was born without his Li and Anya eyes.

And for awhile, I wondered if it were possible for him to actually carry out his threat of eating me. Are all krogan like this?

I don't understand why people would keep such creatures as slaves, honestly. Even his master was afraid of him. But meeting the krogan made me wonder what meeting other aliens were like, so I suppose that little adventure had a satisfying Purpose, since I am now here.

The training is extremely costly, and must be done by professionals. Many thugs thought they had a trained krogan and ended up with a killer. Restraints also have to be custom made, not too krogans have the same tolerance.
But once you have a trained krogan, believe me, it's worth it.

Respectful greetings to the other, Tahereh!

The other may recall having previously exchanged pleasantries with this one; this one is gratified now to learn more of the other's purpose, along with the wider social tradition that encompases and defines such. Indeed, this one must confess to a hint of jealousy, in that the other appears to currently lead the life that this one aspires to! This one comprehends that the wisdom of the batarian people is advanced, and humbly acknowledges that the Learned Other likely has far greater spiritual insight than this one. Should revelations bubbling from the other's immersion in the Many Voices find their way into expression, as this one's own customs argue, this one hesitantly enquires whether the other might consider this one a suitable discussion partner?

This one finds further agreement with the other by being itself less than experienced in direct, unfiltered interaction with other species. It has never met a krogan, but agrees that they are a formidable people.

It occurs to this one that hanar have no eyes. This one humbly enquires as to whether this will be a problem?

@Pariah: I happened to be among those humans you mentioned.

Anyway, anyone here ever been to Sanctum? If so, you might have heard of this one. Reapers attacked the planet, we got called along with a bunch of other mercs to help assist in the evacuation. We hear there were some trigger-happy miners holed up nearby that were taking potshots at trespassers. Convinced to back down, only to hear our favorite gang of human-supremacists had apparently set up shop on the planet, we go to investigate.

Said Cerberus shop was a lab containing all sorts of things that violate science and common sense, including, and I am not joking, a talking head.

We kill said talking head, only to hear the husks were attacking the last refugee holdout, we head back, manned the rearguard for a good while, nearly got torn apart by Brutes in the process. Finally, we managed to get away in the nick of time.

All of this happened before breakfast, mind you.

There was the time I eloped with the governor of Eklan's daughter... A very sweet two weeks, as I recall.

It wasn't so much an adventure as four minutes of explosions and running, but i've not told this one before.

Myself and four others were hired to help keep someone safe until he got offworld, we were supposed to just discourage any attempts on his life by someone he'd inadvertently made an enemy of and make sure they thought twice before confronting him. Turned out that he'd denied us vital need to know information about the skill and resources of this group as, just as we exited the elevator into the parking bay, we came face-to-face with an exceptionally trigger-happy elcor. One carrying a flamethrower and a gun i'd estimate to be slightly less dangerous than the sort of thing you'd expect to find mounted on an M35.

Fortunately his guy wasn't the best aim as we managed to leg it out of the elevator before his first shot took it out. Unfortunately he was largely content to aim in our general direction and just keep firing until he hit something. The result: complete and utter anarchy. Before long most of the walls were missing, the supporting struts holding up the level we were on were either gone or starting to give way, half the cars in the bay were blown up and what hadn't been was either on fire or in the process of exploding.
It took half the upper level falling on him to kill the bastard.

I suppose there was that one time the geth saved my life.

When the Migrant Fleet was trying to take back Rannoch, the Dasegar was in the vanguard of the civilian fleet. It's an old batarian cruiser, so it was designed for combat, which made it a better choice for this sort of thing than most of our civilian ships. The heavy fleet did the bulk of the fighting, but we contributed - at least until we got hit by one of the geth dreadnaughts. It blew off a good-sized chunk of our aft auxiliary control room, which is where I happened to be stationed. I survived, obviously, but got pulled out into space. Last thing I remember was seeing the Dasegar getting smaller and smaller, drifting towards Rannoch as I drifted away, praying that my envirosuit hadn't been punctured.

When I came to, I was on board a geth cruiser. Apparently we were one of the last ships hit during the fighting, and the geth helped in recovery efforts afterwards. Lucky me, got picked up by one of them. They did the same for the Dasegar - towed it back into space before it could burn up in the atmosphere.

It's... a kinda depressing story, I guess, except that I survived it and so did a lot of the other Dasegar crew. That makes it excellent in my book.

wow, i was one of the people there too. small world.

and adventures? hm. i dunno if i'll go into the particulars on this one, but just picture this: infiltrating a base at the bottom of the ocean, having to shoot your way out, and meanwhile the place is fucking tilting over. i'm not a claustrophobic person, but holy hell did i not want to be there after that. after that place started shaking and sliding, all i could think about was the integrity completely going to shit and the water pressure just suddenly crushing us.