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A Quarian Politican

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    • Raen POV


    I sat in silence with a small gaggle of co-workers. Just leaning back and relaxing despite this one Asari in the front row that kept throwing me looks and kept trying to make eye contact. Not a space racist kinda look more like "is that him? Shit they all look the same" Kinda looks.


    I ignored them and just enjoyed the wonderful, wonderful melody of an Asari Jazz concert. When you combined six hundred years of life with music you got some truly beautiful pieces. And how the sound reached me from how this place was built? Truly wonderful. Earth had some wonderful songs but truly Asari Jazz blew it out of the water.


    We had our own snacks which we had brought in and our own straws/filters for alcoholic drinks. Why were we here? Simple. One of my employees invited me, Mini and a few others and I had ended up paying. It was nice way to spend the weekend.


    "And this next piece is called Hearts and Soul from Thesia played by our own Viass V'Mora," I was gonna have to buy a few recordings on my way out. This music was just to good.


    The next song begins to play luring me into a relaxed state. Ignoring the ping of my Omni-Tool already knowing it was that fucking idiot who kept trying to get me to launder money for some Quarian Cyber Theft ring. Did he say it like that? No. But despite the man being Quarian, he was an absolute scum bag who kept trying to do business with me.


    It was only my politeness and image that stopped me from hitting the guy with a bat when one of his was selling drugs outside of the hotel we put newly arriving Quarians in for a week. We were a community of course and crime came with it. I understand that crime will always happen and gangs will form around immigrated groups but, I can clearly see this man didn't intend to help the community.


    I had asked around the folks he was hanging out with. Listened to the rumors, and the gossip. What I heard I did not like and lets leave it at that. He had been growing more and more insistent with the offer ever since the Ada production line had started up. My omni-tool dings again and the Asari sitting next to me throws me a glare.


    I simply sigh and mutter, "Apologies. Ill go see what the Varren fucker wants." The Asari hides a snort and what I believe to be her daughter throws me a small glare as well. I stand up quickly getting to the stairs and heading into the lobby.


    Opening my Omni-Tool I groan digging through each of the emails sent to me. I couldn't block the account either or he'd just send me these emails from another account and I wasn't able to mute my Omni-Tool incase an emergency showed up.


    I let loose a deep groan and open a few of them. Digging through them Im half certain he has a Bot sending me spam. No, no I see a spelling error. Jesus what purpose does he have to keep spamming me! Oh-


    My thoughts are stalled as I reach the latest emails. I didn't recognize the Sender. These are the ones that I had just been dinged for. The first one, was a video which I turn on the headphones within my suit and listen to. I see a shaky camera moving around before settling on a piece of paper with writing on it.


    I recognized the trash in the cup holder. This was a video taken from within my car. I mutter as I read the paper, "Ignore the next offer and looking over your shoulder won't help you."


    My gaze doesn't even move. That cheeky lil- a small shiver hits my spine. The desire to put my back aganist the wall overwhelming as I read the other one. It was another video this time someone moving through my house and slowly opening the door until the video hovered over my sleeping form.


    My fingers go numb and my mouth goes dry as I stare at the pistol that enters the corner of the video. Nearing my head and just hovering there before the video ended. Okay, that was actually terrifying and had me freaking out abit. Oh my god someone held a fucking gun-


    I take in a deep breath and finally give in to desire. Leaning against the wall and releasing a hiss from clenched teeth my hands twitching and shaking gently as I begin coughing. Why was I coughing? I felt like I was out of breath.


    Minutes tic by before an Salarian worker came up to me, "Are you alright? Shaking. Coughing. All signs of something very wrong for a Quarian."


    I give him a all nod and clear my throat closing my Email quickly and opening a credit transfer app, "Thanks. And here, take this tip for being so kind. I just need a second."


    He nods opening his own omni-tool and pausing at the hundred credit tip. His smile grows a bit wider as he quickly says, "Many thanks. Will be cleaning Bathroom hallways. If you need me shout."


    The concerned stranger did alot to lessen the fear and panic for a second. I quickly ran a bug check of my omni-tool for any sort of gifts that video may have tried to give me before digging through my emails. Seemed I was going to be taking up an offer alright. The Security Teams offers that kept asking me to be their customer.


    I feel the shaking in my hands finally begin to calm down after a few minutes of digging through my Omni-Tool. Maybe I could stay with one of my employees tonight? The office would be decently secured as well. I- just didn't wanna stay at home until I found what I was looking for.


    A security crew to guard my home, a pet with sharp teeth, and throwing away that stupid security Droid and system I bought thinking it would be enough. Afterwards, all bets were off Im going after that little rat bastard. Zaenu'Cinna will be ruined.
     
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    • In my mindi can't help but think that a conversation between the two of them whould go like this
    "Have you reconsidered to take the deal"
    " I whould rather go to the geth and try to talk with them then to take the deal" … " ya know what just to be spiteful I'm going to do that onece you leave 😤"
    Later
    Brakeing news a mad Quarian has opened sucsesfull dialogue with the geth"
     
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    Get one of those biotic varren.
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    WITH LASERS
    Im gonna Fairy Godmother from Shrek 2 this motherfucker.

    nitroxcurve223 said:
    In my mindi can't help but think that a conversation between the two of them whould go like this
    "Have you reconsidered to take the deal"
    " I whould rather go to the geth and try to talk with them then to take the deal" … " ya know what just to be spiteful I'm going to do that onece you leave 😤"
    Later
    Brakeing news a mad Quarian has opened sucsesfull dialogue with the geth"
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    "Breaking news: to spite single fucking man Quarian gets the Geth to tactically nuke a single mans house"
     
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    • Raen POV


    Was the number a thousand? Twelve Thousand? Or was it twenty thousand? I did not have the clue. I sat there and smiled softly at the Asari political candidates surrounding me I cannot help but ponder. How many Capital Class ships did the Reapers have? How could I arm Dreadnoughts to stand up to one of those horrid engines of destruction and extinction.



    On my left was the current "Mayor" for the city I lived in and on my right was the current host of this Gala and PR event, "You know, lovely place but real question. Whats your thoughts on Arms Manufacturing?"


    The women running for the role of representing our world amidst the Asari Republic was a Asari around seven hundred years old and in the pocket of one of the more influential and older Matriarchs. Norix Shashi was her name and she wasn't the worst. Actually kinda funny, "Oh Raen Im not gonna tax your little Arms business to death. My major focus is increasing the staff in the department of Tax Revenue and focus on detecting Fraud over increasing the budget."


    I had to prevent a roll of the eyes, "Well, I'd very much like to throw my support behind you and with it my community. You've really given me the feel for who you are and I trust you more than the current Rep for the planet but one question. . . How do you feel about Quarian Crime?"


    The Mayors eyes narrow at me and she opens her mouth. Norix raises a hand and smiles, "Overtly persecuted. The law system has grown to corrupt for my tastes and I will try to speak with the Governor and his potential replacements about it."


    The chuckle catches them off guard as I turn to Mini and hand her my empty glass. She had been dragged along to essentially write down contact info, "um- I can get another drink for you sir."


    Her voice was silent and uncertain her gaze bouncing between the amused Asaris faces. I turn away from my host and speak calmly, "Another would be nice and please retrieve a flavored nutrient pack."


    She nodded and heads off. I had spent the last two weeks going between her house, the hotel, and the office. God I missed my own bed. But the current Security team package I had bought had yet to finish prepping my house through "tactical sims" and reconstructing it in some ways.


    I sideline my thoughts and turn to Norix, "I believe there are those in the Quarian Community who betray the trust of us, and give us a bad name. In the future, Id very much like for a favor. If not its fine, Ill still be throwing out a few good words here and there for you anyway."


    "If it isn't anything to extreme we'll see. And pardon my humor but please don't ask me to punch you like that foolish maidens Pet Turian," The joke earns a chuckle from our company and myself. The Batarians and Quarians made up for 4-6% of the votes that had often been swing votes or divided until I came around.


    Raising my hands I fake offense, "Rather be punched by a Turian then thrown by a skilled Asari Biotic. But eitherway, the favor would be getting ahold of the Head Judges ear or any law enforcement really. There may be a Quarian or two who tries to abuse the community they find themselves in and do an injustice to you and this world that has taken us in. I will not tolerate this. Although, this planet has its flaws its still our home."


    Her smile becomes a bit more genuine, "I'll see what I can do. Just contact my assistant and tell her Illarian Skies. She'll put you through to me the moment Im not busy."


    My face aches and itches for a second but I ignore it. The holes in my cheek drawing my attention to them in irritation as the Mayor raises an eyebrow, "No offense Raen but Quarian Crime has been rising and I was hoped you'd do something about it instead of brush it under the rug."


    "My people are not thieves and criminals. But like all populations amongst those freshly immigrated, prosecuted, and biased against in the normal societal system they will do what they must to survive or try and thrive. To want a life devoid of misery is natural for all men and women of all races. I will light them a way to make a proper, legitimate living and not just stop with them. Batarians, Krogan, or whomever is a disheveled and spat upon populace of the Citadel," My speech gets a few fake smiles and a small clap from a lackie.


    Norix just chuckles and gives a wider smile, "You are an interesting person Raen. I hope your dreams are big enough to cover all of Citadel Space."


    My memory returns to the images of Reaper filled skies hanging over Earth. My gaze shifted and I softly spoke, "My dreams are big enough for this entire galaxy Norix. Besides, who else is gonna get teased as a Doom sayer about the Geth?"


    "Geth," The Mayor askes. I sense the curiosity on her tone as I smile the itching and pain in my face increasing as I do. I resist the urge to fidget and camly stare her in the eye.


    "Yes, as in the Sentient Isolationist we have given then Hundreds of Years for military development and research. With the capability of reproducing in numbers rivaling the Krogans," the Mayor goes pale and the lacky from before scoffed.


    She spoke with this sense of arrogance and surface level thought that slightly made me angry, "But the Geth are unable to leave the Persus Veil due to their hive mind and necessity to rely on other Programs to remain intelligent. They leave us alone we leave them alone."


    "Yes, but considering the recent papers Thesius Institute of Learning Quantum Communications is a very viable method for instant communication over any distance. Thats ignoring any upgrades or data storage a race of beings made out of data come across. Im not saying we need to dive head first into them but there is a saying amongst Quarians. Walk lightly but carry a big stick. We can not ignore a problem, nor lower our guard to it," Of course as I blabber on and keep making small talk about the Geth and being prepared my mind cannot help but wonder.


    That little Rat that threatened me was going to get his piece. But, I was going to get him with grace and alittle bit of a show for my reputation. He was just a small bump in the grand scheme of things. I had multiple cold wars to begin orchestrating.
     
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    I stood outside my daughters school watching her head inside as the car pulled up. Fear skyrockets in my chest as I begin reaching for the pistol hidden beneath my shirt as the window slowly pulled down and revealed a Quarian in a red suit.


    He reminded me slightly of my boss because of the glowing eyes and suit. But honestly all Quarians looked the same. This one had much broader shoulders and a kind firm voice compared to his bosses, "Barem Ras'Poth? Ah, I know where I've seen your face. With your wife-"


    My heart skips a beat as I growled out tilting his head upwards slightly, "What do you mean about my wife?" I hated solicitors.


    "I recall her from one of the local communities I visited. Your child was sick with Pyjack Fever right," He recalled that. The tension in his body melting as he lowered his head. Keeping it level with the Quarians. He remembered the worry he felt when they put her on the oxygen machines.


    The Quarian unflinchingly staring into his lower two eyes humming, "That is why for your best interests you get into my car so we can talk about your boss and friend."


    A chill ran down my spine as he reaches for his gun only for the Quarian to make a tsk sound, "Shoot me and your daughter is taken off the Care Program. Much harder to pay for medical bills without charity don't you agree?"


    "Fine," Fear. I feels it rising as he spits out the words. He opens the car door and sits down next to the Red suited Quarian. My eyes wandering down to the shining gold cross hanging on his hip looking for any guns.


    He's unarmed but I can't see his driver. Or, he had some sort of shield hidden beneath his suit.


    The back window begins to roll up and the car takes off, "Dont worry this is just a small drive down the block. I've done some research on that school. Its a festering ground for druggies, victims and dropouts. Certainly not a school for a man's daughter."


    I just grunted in response. I didn't have any other choice. That was the only school I could afford. "What if I gave you an offer hm? The Batarian Immigrant Scholarship was recently established you know. Your name would be quite easy to approve of. Alongside that, I can secure your daughter's place on the Batarian Care program for a few decades incase the Pyjack Fever ever returns."


    "Get to the point. What do you want," The Quarian just laughed at me. Laughing for a few seconds and shaking his head lightly. My rage boiled and simmered but I kept it in check. A shiver ran down my spine at this man's gaze. Something was off about him.


    "Im not done- I was gonna offer a College fund for your daughter when she turns eighteen and explain I cam get her into Hi'Lara Royal Elementary and Middle school later. Now, let me explain what I want. Your boss was beaten to death by the corrupt cops you know," He went stiff at such an offer the sharp tone in the Quarians voice returning.


    The Red suited man leaning towards him and staring him straight in the eye, "I get my police brutality case. You get your daughter in a better school and taken care of incase anything ever happens to you. . . And neither of us have to directly employ violence."


    "And if I say no and tell my boss about your offer. . . Then thats your fault Barem. Do you really want to trap your daughter in the life of a lower caste? Doom her from the fate you escaped when Education, Medical Care and a future are all in your hands," The Car comes to a stop next to where he parked.


    The door opens without him touching it and the Quarian pats him on the shoulder, "You have a beautiful family Baem. But their is a saying amongst your people that applies here. To risk, and to live as a Noble. Or, to survive and to live as a slave."


    I almost rushed out of the car reaching for my Omni-Tool as the car drove away. If all it took to secure my daughters future was the death of some suit rat by a Security Officers weapon then he would Damn well take it.



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    ??? POV


    The Assassin silently stalked the halls watching for any new additions to the house. The Security team had been difficult to get past, but she had the package held tight in her hand. She was to drop a torn suit piece onto this political Quarian of all thing.


    Raen Vas- Vars? Whatever his name was. She hadn't seen the same political protections offered higher ranking government personal him yet. So he was a juicy target.


    She had already gotten the video and the target was alert of her. Didn't do him any good either. She slipped into the hallway avoiding the camera with a well placed hack and using her Biotics to silence her footsteps. A high paying and easy job were her favorites.


    Reaching the door she pulls out her omni-tool and scans it for any traps. She does find a single alarm and easily disabled it. Popping open the door she begins to approach the night stand putting down the torn piece of fabric.


    Yet something felt off. Her eyes traced her targets sleeping form buried beneath the blankets before realizing he wasn't breathing. She went tense eyes glancing to the closet and aiming her weapon.


    Piece by piece she began to back up waiting for some sort of alarm or team to break it. Using her Biotics to tear off the Quarians blankets she sees a body pillow sitting in his place. She tensed her eyes not leaving the closest. Had she been set up? Her thoughts race as she remained stiff unaware of her critical failure.


    That she was unaware of the giant Krogan stuffed into the corner of the room staring at her.
     
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    • The only thing worse than seeing a big angry Krogan all up in your face is not seeing a big angry Krogan all up in your face :p
     
    I am really confused by the first PoV. I can't even tell for certain what race the person is. Batarian I guess? There is just no in context reference for who either party is in that first part.

    The second I assume is an Asari commando-type contractor. Who isn't quite as dumb as she looks.
     
    The Krogan isn't even supposed to be there he just decided to break into a random house to steal the owner's food and ended up stumbling into a plot, the actual Krogan security guard had the wrong address and is across the street.
     
    Doccer said:
    What exactly is a torn piece of suit supposed to do?
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    A torn piece of a Quarians suit is equivalent to death and a foreboding sign. Imagine, finding someone's lungs sitting on your desk side.

    Jokes aside, it's something ominous and more of an bad omen amongst the Quarians s how Im going to write it. Essentially, if you find someones torn piece of their suit it means your in for ill luck or misfortune.

    AND ALSO, THANKS TO A RAPTOR MAN the chapters may soon be grammar corrected and edited.
     
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    • "I wish, I was not here before you today about to deliver this speech. That is because I wish that the events that unfolded, never occurred nor the issues they represent exist. We do not live in the ideal world. It is true that the very reality we live in is flawed but that is no excuse" His words echoed through the stadium. His words silenced the whisper and small talk of the many people that filled the venue.

    Asari, Hanar, Batarian, and Quarian made up most of them in the College sports arena after the events that had occurred the past week. A single case of extreme police brutality that went viral bringing them all there, "What I have witnessed this past week has been good and bad. Bad, in that corruption and threats, have reached me while responding to the Brutality that is so commonplace. The brutality that I myself have been victim to. Good, in that I have begun to see other races unifying in this dream of a better tomorrow. In the dream and pursuit of racial equality."

    "It is clear to me that the foundations of the Asari society value Justice and Freedom! I have never doubted this. There are those in all races who pursue these ideals! Because there are those amongst you of all races and creeds that have worked with me in pursuing them! And we already have results! Look at the men and women we have freed after being wrongfully imprisoned," Raen goes silent for a few seconds. His eyes slowly went over the sea of blue sitting in the seats before going to the other species scattered amongst the crowd and concentrating in other places.

    "The Justicars are the greatest example of this. Yet, today this Justice has been perverted and twisted to kill someone and ruin their lives! Zaenu'Cinna nar Seram was a Quarian who has been locked away on false charges for ten years! Who was beaten to near death and succumbed to suit breaches before he could get medical assistance," The crowd stirs, and passion flows into his words and body.

    "I grieve for this man's death for he was a victim to a similar crime of brutality that scarred me. He was not perfect but who is? Who amongst you has never sinned in this mortal world against your fellow Sentient? Better yet, who amongst you has wrongfully been thrown in Jail where your death is a single stab away due to hospitals under-equipped to deal with you."

    "Better yet would it be possible for any amongst you to remain innocent for ten years of being imprisoned, extorted, and isolated from all others of your race while everyone you loved and cared for left you," His words reached everyone in the stadium inflamed with passion laced into each syllable.

    He slowly reached up, clicking a small button on his mask. Much of the crowd gasped at the sight that showed under the clear visor, "I bear my scars more than most others of my race! I bear, no scars on my back for I have always faced Racism and Discrimination head on. I will strive for this, and beg for you to stand behind me or beside me."

    "I understand there are those amongst you who believe me to be inferior when you look upon my features. A rat, a thief, and a crook by virtue of my race. Who says that the Quarian who died today deserves it but even for you I hold love in my heart. But I will not let my love of you and my fellow sentient hinder the pursuit of happiness and freedom for all people," Raen reached up, clicking his mask. Letting his Visor return to normal and hide his horrid face.

    His words rise louder and louder, "I love you for allowing us to live here! I love my neighbor! I love the Quarian Community which is my family and me there's! But, they killed my family. Beat him to death and let him choke to death because of his species. So please, I beg of you, stop this brutality. Write to your Representatives, spread the word to your Matriarchs, and support us. March with us."

    "Last year alone there were 2,291 cases of police brutality against Non-Asari alone. . . That's just what's reported and half of these reports had nothing coming from them. So before I step down from this podium brothers and sisters know this! This world is mad, but let us stand amongst the madness and let us strive for a better one with each passing day," He ends his words glancing to the Dean who gives a small nod.

    "I have so much more to say but for the sake of those who have been hurt I will step down. Up next is Khay Rassolak, a woman who has lost her husband to a police shakedown. Juni'Col nar Geeleya who was wrongfully accused and Imprisoned for sixteen years and more," Raen finished talking and gave a small bow. Starting to walk off the stage in silence as more walk up.

    He gets behind the stage and sits down next to Mini and Giant. Pausing as Mini hands him a drink as she says, "Good work boss. You also got an email from the- Homelanders as they call themselves about giving you a Security team."

    Raen paused as she handed him a tablet. He clicks play and the video begins to play, "Raen! We, your brothers and sisters will not stand for you being bloodied and killed by these Blue Skinned Monsters and whores. We are at war and our purpose is to protect our Quarian Leaders-"

    Raen quickly hits the pause button and hums, "I can use them. Send them an email back that I'll set up a meeting with them this weekend. I cannot believe I fumbled the speech so hard."

    "I thought you did good. You'll get plenty of donations and support from this Im sure! Aren't those folks at that one Joy corp supposed to make the video of your speech trend or something," Raen just sighs and flicks Minis nose as he glanced around

    "Shush. Not out loud. Now, lets go grab lunch while they finish up we have thirty minutes," Giant just grunts in agreement as he follows behind Raen.
     
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