By the Code, I will serve you

Jun 01

theconsort:

justicarcode:

Deciding that honesty would be the best route to getting help for Kolyat, Samara disclosed Thane’s profession openly. “The father is an assassin who left his son for many years while conducting personal business. The son believes his father does not care for him as evidenced by his continued absence after their recent reunion. The son is very lost. Currently, his father’s presence is still required away though he tries to keep in contact.”

The justicar paused briefly before continuing. “The father is working to make the galaxy a better place for his son. But the rift between them is troubling. Perhaps you may get through to him for I have yet to.”

The Consort listened to the other asari, carefully considering her words. It seemed a complicated situation. Of course it was always difficult for children, no matter their age, to figure their parents out. Their motives. Their reasoning. Sha’ira found herself curious, wondering about this family of two and asked for their names so that she might find the young man. Upon recieving them, she contacted one of her acolytes - the very one that had recieved the Justicar; a careful and gentle asari - and asked her to track Kolyat down.

“I do not think our young friend will be found soon. I was on my way to a charity event when you arrived at my chambers - perhaps I can still partake. Would you care to walk with me?”

There was usually always something calling a justicar’s attention, of course, but she might as well ask. It would delight her to spend more time with…

She paused in her thought process. “I realise you have not told me your name.”

After giving the names to Sha’ira, the justicar watched as the consort called upon an acolyte and tasked her with finding Kolyat. At the consort’s invitation, Samara nodded her head and apologized. “I did not mean to keep you from your schedule.”

Finding herself with nothing else to do, the justicar walked alongside the other asari in perfect time. Her mind stopped dwelling on the young Kolyat and she allowed herself the simple joy of walking in a beautiful environment before Sha’ira’s voice captured her attention once more. Instead of interrupting the peace, it slipped in beside it. Another gift of the popular consort.

“I realise you have not told me your name.”

Turning her head, she answered, “My sincere apologies. I am Samara.” In a much earlier part of her life, the justicar might have become embarrassed at such a slip in manners. But those days were centuries away.

(via theconsort-deactivated20131121)

May 11

theconsort:

justicarcode:

Samara followed the consort to a standstill, her eyes never leaving the other asari. With Sha’ira’s revelation, the justicar’s face remained passive. Before she took her oath, Samara may have been surprised, and showed it. But now, having made herself familiar with the various facets to the consort’s reputation and preparing herself for such insights, she was not caught unawares by the other asari’s words.

“You have seen what many know nothing of. My former life does inspire me to take action in this situation as well as the one whom I currently serve. Her comrades are now mine as well and she has assisted us with our personal quests. I seek to keep her work from coming undone.”

Pausing, Samara formed her next sentence carefully. “I do not wish my own failures  upon others.”

“I understand.” Sha’ira looked away, out across the sparkling blue water, wondering about the warrior soul who served another. Who could cause a justicar to take the time for matters of this nature, care so deeply for someone else’s personal life? “Please, tell me about your associate and his son, and I will do what I can for them.”

Deciding that honesty would be the best route to getting help for Kolyat, Samara disclosed Thane’s profession openly. “The father is an assassin who left his son for many years while conducting personal business. The son believes his father does not care for him as evidenced by his continued absence after their recent reunion. The son is very lost. Currently, his father’s presence is still required away though he tries to keep in contact.”

The justicar paused briefly before continuing. “The father is working to make the galaxy a better place for his son. But the rift between them is troubling. Perhaps you may get through to him for I have yet to.”

(via theconsort-deactivated20131121)

May 06

theconsort:

Looking at the justicar, Sha’ira felt her blood rush through her just a little faster. She loved all things beautiful, in their every curve and fragrance and this asari was most certainly a thing of beauty; so effortlessly graceful in her movements, so utterly in control of herself. Should she dance, there was no doubt in the consort’s mind that she would be the most remarkable sight. Justicars were hardly known for their indulgence in such pleasures, though, and there was something in this one’s stance that suggested she was far from wanting to dance anyway. Something about the distant gaze, the lips looking as though they would not easily curl into a smile, the too straight back. There was sorrow in that stance, but no great burden. If Sha’ira could just look deeper into those ice-blue eyes…

“It would be my honour to assist you in any way I can, Justicar”, she replied softly as the two walked toward one of the parks in the Presidium, a quiet getaway where they could speak undisturbed. “But I don’t recall this being the sort of thing that your order usually takes the time to sort out. Your associate must be very important to you.” 

The consort stopped, the artificial sunlight filtered down through the canopy of the trees onto the two asari, and turned to face her follower.

“No…” she said quietly, images coming to her. “I see guilt and a mother’s sorrow for her children, an incomprehensible burden I have found in few others. Is that why you take the time to help them find their way back to each other?”

Samara followed the consort to a standstill, her eyes never leaving the other asari. With Sha’ira’s revelation, the justicar’s face remained passive. Before she took her oath, Samara may have been surprised, and showed it. But now, having made herself familiar with the various facets to the consort’s reputation and preparing herself for such insights, she was not caught unawares by the other asari’s words.

"You have seen what many know nothing of. My former life does inspire me to take action in this situation as well as the one whom I currently serve. Her comrades are now mine as well and she has assisted us with our personal quests. I seek to keep her work from coming undone."

Pausing, Samara formed her next sentence carefully. “I do not wish my own failures  upon others.”

(Source: justicarcode, via theconsort-deactivated20131121)

May 04

theconsort:

“Sha’ira? There is someone here to see you…” a hesitant, quiet voice said in the consort’s earpiece once the poetess had left her. 

“I am on my way out. Please ask them to arrange a meeting”, the asari replied, gently putting away a datapad with a poem she had written together with her friend.

“I did, but she’s not leaving.”

Sha’ira smiled sadly. “Very well”, she said. “I will talk to her.”

Stepping out of her chambers, she glanced around the area where her acolytes entertained visitors to get a grasp of the situation. Often jealous partners appeared, having found out that their significant others spent time at the Consort Chambers and assuming that they did so for the sexual services provided. It amused, but did not surprise, Sha’ira that so many supposed that she was little more than a prostitute when so many of her customers primarily came to her for other reasons. The upset partners tended to realise that after a few soothing words, lulled into safety by assuring hands and the special… powers, in lack of a better word, she possessed.

This, however, did not seem to be a situation concerning jealousy. 

The asari was beautiful, remarkably so, but her beauty did not invite to admiration. She looked calm, collected and impossibly powerful where she sat meditating on the floor, so utterly in control of herself. Sha’ira took a moment to do nothing but watch, allowing herself to indulge in the visual pleasure this other asari provided, before moving through the group of people also watching.

Few would carry themselves like that, even in a sitting position. The consort made an assumption and felt that she was right.

“I am honoured you would visit my chambers, justicar. I am Sha’ira. Walk with me?” she said, inclining her head toward the exit.

As she heard the consort’s words, Samara’s eyes opened and stared at the other asari. Rising to her full height in a fluid motion, the justicar replied, “Yes. I would appreciate your time. Please, lead the way.”

Following Sha’ira, Samara began, “I seek your advice and perhaps your assistance, if you are willing to give either. I escorted an associate’s son here and there is discord between him and his father. He has not listened to my words and I suspect it is because I have not phrased things in a manner suitable for the situation.”

(Source: justicarcode, via theconsort-deactivated20131121)

Apr 22

Stepping off the elevator in the Presidium, Samara checked the nearby directions to get to the Consort’s chambers. As she walked through the gardens, she kept her eyes straight ahead, focused on her destination. The beauty of the Presidium around her could not hold her interest at the moment.

As the justicar walked through the Consort’s door, an attendant inquired as to whether she had an appointment or not. When Samara replied in the negative, the attendant pleasantly asked if she would like to make an appointment for six months from now.

Samara stared at the younger asari, who started squirming under the justicar’s gaze. She fumbled for words, explaining why the wait was so long before Samara interrupted her.

"I understand. Should there be any free time for her to meet with me today, I will be over there," she said, indicating a plush rug. Samara sat down upon the floor and began her silent meditation.

infatherssteps:

justicarcode:

After speaking with someone in the flight tower, Samara docked where she had been directed to go. She had turned Kolyat’s words over in her mind in an attempt to be delicate with her response. However, it had been many years since she had need of a different way of talking. Upon exiting the shuttle she turned to the young drell.

“You are wrong about your father. He requested Shepard’s help when he came here looking for you. You are fortunate to have a father who cares enough to step back into your life in order to protect you, just as he is fortunate to have the Commander deem this desire to be worth the trouble of helping him.”

The justicar’s eyes glanced away for a moment before staring Kolyat down again. “Many of Thane’s actions have been done with you in mind. He does what he believes is best in order to make this galaxy a better place for you. Your father has tried to carve a future for you. I do not recommend scorning him for the remainder of his life. He tries as best as he knows how.”

Kolyat sneered and scoffed at Samara’s response, laughing bitterly.

“I honestly thought he was long dead. Then he walks back into my life for a day, only to slap me on the wrist and tell me how bad I’ve been. Immediately after, he turns around and marches out the door again with Shepard and the rest of you lot to what very well could have been his death. He cares enough to show up to protect me and then leaves. Again.” He gestured sharply with is hands as he spoke. “And you tell me I’m supposed to be grateful for that?”

“I don’t seek to scorn him explicitly as you seem to think. His actions may be done with me in mind,” he growled, “but that in no way makes them the right ones. My mother is dead; my father may as well be, too, for all the time he spends being a part of my life. I haven’t spoken to any of my other family in so long because they don’t want to see me. Tell me what I have to build a future upon, justicar, because from down here it doesn’t seem like a whole hell of a lot.”

With a final scowl, not even waiting for Samara’s response, Kolyat shoved past his babysitter and limped off into the docks. He was more than eager to put as much distance as possible between anything that would remind him of the illustrious Commander Shepard. Anything that would remind him how his father all but refused to spend the dwindling time had left with his son.

Samara kept her face entirely passive as Kolyat went on his tangent. She listened carefully, interested in what he had to say, even if she disagreed. When he did his best to storm away from her, she let him. It was obvious that he needed some time to himself before she tried to speak with him again. The justicar fired off a message to Thane, letting the assassin know his son was on the Citadel and the current situation. She also informed him that she would tell C-Sec that Kolyat was around for whenever he was ready to return to them. If he ever was.

Once she was finished, Samara headed to C-Sec to check in as well as tell them of Kolyat’s presence. They would want to know a justicar was on the Citadel, even if her oath to Shepard took precedent over the Code at the moment. As she left their offices, Samara considered what she should do next. There was more the asari wished to say to Kolyat, but his current state was unsuitable for listening to, and considering, her words. Perhaps there was someone else on the Citadel who would be able to assist her.

(via infatherssteps-deactivated20140)

Apr 21

infatherssteps:

Kolyat crossed his arms and slouched in his seat.

“If I actually cared to stay where its safe, I wouldn’t have gotten myself into that situation in the first place, justicar. I may be young, but I’m not as naive as some of you on Shepard’s team would like to think.”

He shifted uncomfortably and stared vacantly straight ahead, mind obviously elsewhere. “My father only ever comes to the Citadel because that’s where Shepard leads him; I don’t seriously think he actually comes to see me.”

After speaking with someone in the flight tower, Samara docked where she had been directed to go. She had turned Kolyat’s words over in her mind in an attempt to be delicate with her response. However, it had been many years since she had need of a different way of talking. Upon exiting the shuttle she turned to the young drell.

"You are wrong about your father. He requested Shepard’s help when he came here looking for you. You are fortunate to have a father who cares enough to step back into your life in order to protect you, just as he is fortunate to have the Commander deem this desire to be worth the trouble of helping him."

The justicar’s eyes glanced away for a moment before staring Kolyat down again. “Many of Thane’s actions have been done with you in mind. He does what he believes is best in order to make this galaxy a better place for you. Your father has tried to carve a future for you. I do not recommend scorning him for the remainder of his life. He tries as best as he knows how.”

(Source: justicarcode, via infatherssteps-deactivated20140)

Apr 09

After making the final relay jump to the Citadel, Samara heard Kolyat sigh.

"Do you not wish to return to Captain Bailey?"

The young drell grumbled something along with a curt “obviously” while Samara listened.

"It is safer with the captain. Your father will be visiting here soon. Perhaps you can make other arrangements then. For now, it is best you are here instead of on Omega. I will escort you to security and, should you have need of me, I will be on the station as well."

Kolyat huffed a bit but seemed resigned to his current fate. The justicar sympathized internally. Her daughters had not been much different when they were an equivalent of his age.

Jan 22

The pair had some hours ahead of them as Samara set their course from Sowilo towards the relay in Osun. Though she could easily set the shuttle to auto-pilot, Samara preferred to keep her eyes on the space around them. Not only was she keeping an eye out for any danger, the view was also calming. Just like her one back on the Normandy.

A light snoring sound broke off her train of thought. She looked over her shoulder to see Kolyat lying on the small cargo floor, his head pillowed on his jacket. She could hardly blame him for being tired after his escapade on Omega. Her chest ached a little at the thought of her own children. She envied Thane’s relationship with his son, as strained and in need of repair as it was.

But, Samara had chosen this path. It was necessary. The asari cleared her mind once more and focused on their flight.

Jan 13

After fixing a meal for herself and Kolyat, the two ate in silence. Kolyat’s awkward fidgeting would draw Samara’s eye and he would sit still in response for a short while. And, then it would start again. The justicar did not mind so much and she even found it the slightest bit amusing. She was used to her presence making others uncomfortable. Once they were finished, she asked the younger drell if he was ready to depart. At his affirmative, Samara passed by Liara and Feron.

"I believe it is time Kolyat and I left you now. I thank you for all your hospitality." Giving a small smile to Liara, the older asari added, "If you wish to speak, contact me. I will make myself available to you as best I can." Nodding to both of them once more in farewell, Samara took Kolyat to one of the small shuttles.

Once Kolyat was safely strapped in, Samara set herself up in the driver’s seat, and turned everything on. Her fingers moved over the controls with a familiar grace, her muscle memory at work.

"Um, if you like, I can drive at some point," the young drell mentioned, his voice uncertain, as if he were intruding on her thoughts.

Samara looked over and smiled, as if to reassure him he had not offended her. “I would like that. Using autopilot, as well as taking turns, will be the best course of action to assure we arrive safely. There are three relay jumps we must make. For now, I suggest you rest. I will wake you after our first jump.”

Kolyat nodded and attempted to make himself comfortable. Truth be told, this trip would not be too long because of the relays. The longest part would be getting to the first relay itself. Afterwards, they would make their jump, enter in the next set of coordinates, and wait for the relay to align with the next one before jumping once more.

Samara piloted the shuttle from the hangar and carefully directed them out of the storm towards the closest relay that would link them from the Hourglass Nebula to the Crescent Nebula.