As Nihlus walked down the hall, he heard a distant echo speak the words “… and will be back shortly.” He broke into a run.
There was no one inside his room–at first glance, anyway. That tricky, tricky man. But the lighting was dim and the ground littered with rumpled clothes. If he tilted his head just right, he could see something shift. Something like a hairline crack in a picture frame. Something out of place with reality itself. He tossed an old shirt at it.
Continue reading [31]Perfect.
Perfect.
She was the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a while. And, by the Spirits, he’d been all over the galaxy in the past three weeks. To be fortunate enough to see her when he’d merely intended to cool his heels here for a day or two–well, that was a rare blessing. She was sitting right there, just a little ways past the thin glass, which was tinted a shade of blue so light that he doubted anyone but a turian would be able tell.
Continue reading [30]He stepped to the right.
Saren stepped to the right.
He stepped to the left.
Saren stepped to the left.
“Damn it, let me get through.”
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Continue reading [28]The sheer amount of stupidity was amazing. Even for Nihlus.
“No,” he said firmly.
“Come on. You never do anything fun.”
That didn’t deserve a reply.
“You look incredible like that. Just let me–“
“I have to finish reading.” And leave that outstanding report for another day. Trying to type right now would be a futile task. He sighed.
“Ooh, what is that?” Before he could stop him, Nihlus hopped on the cot (accompanied by an omnious creak from the hinge) and stuck his face upside-down over the datapad. “Awesome. Who wrote it? The characterization of Tevos is especially endearing.”
Continue reading [27]Nihlus has wondered about it for quite some time now. Ever since he discovered the block of ammo in the small drawer of Saren’s desk. Someone had meticulously carved Saren’s name–first and last–into it, along with noting that the memento was issued in honour of being first in his class during ATT. Now, he liked Saren. Maybe a bit more than ‘liked’. Okay, a lot more. But ever since finding out, he’s begun to obsess over the idea. Who was better at tactics? Could he run circles around his mentor?
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