Gee, this had been most fun. Gregor had been interrogated, shot at, nearly squished by a Krogan... Not to mention that one Asari that was being playful with him. He shook his head, sitting down at another bench and slowly fiddling with his omnitool, his mandibles twitching a bit in frustration as he looked down, messaging himself. "Cannot enjoy the beauty of this place... Am interrupted every single time. Glad that I will finally be able to get away soon..."
He was essentially an exile. Viewed as a threat at worst and a shunned vagrant at best. It was hardly as though he ever slept long enough - or slept, for that matter - to really need a home, though he did wish to have a place he could stick around. Triala had not yet responded to any messages from his omnitool, though he had informed her of the leave he intended to take. Thus he waited for someone who hopefully would take him serious.
Maybe someone who knew how it feeled to be what humans once called 'nomads.'
Post by Shali'Tazu nar Rayya on Feb 23, 2015 18:58:22 GMT -7
Shali's experience with being on Citadel had been quite different. Quite a bit less eventful, too. She'd met some human engineer who indicated he didn't understand Quarians much but seemed nice enough. There'd been the encounter with that man's commanding officer too. Taking in a bit of the beauty of Citadel had been her pasttime thus far, having only been dropped off say... A few days prior, if that. The concept of a day was difficult for Shali'tazu to adjust to without regimental assignments, duties, classes, and the like. Freedom was very... foreign.
Walking through Presidium, there had always been the hustle and bustle of people although given the massive size, to a Quarian it was practically empty. Lost in the beauty that kind of reminded her of - or perhaps even exceeded - the greenery on Rayya, Shali barely noticed the oddly bug-like... creature sitting at a bench to her left. It wasn't until she tilted her head in that direction and promptly almost-tripped over herself in surprise that the Collector even... registered in her mind. It didn't speak, but isntead fiddled with its Omni-tool and twitched irritably. The click of the mandibles distracted her for a moment, reflective hood swiveling a bit off center to follow them before returning to the creature.
Painfully unaware of the whole reputation of a Collector like Gregor, Shali found it appropriate to simply move over to the bench and sit down - although not too close. She almost went to speak but then thought better of it until he had finished with his omnitool. Kind of weird that he would message himself. Then again, upon closer inspection she gathered his mouth was not... made for talking.
Eventually, Shali would lean back and offer, "I take it by those angry clicks having pincers for mouthparts and a ton of eyes is not doing you any favors around here."
Intriguing - it was a Quarian. One similar to an individual the Collectors had made a deal with some several years ago. And this Quarian had some form of interest in him. He gave a minor nod before messaging into his omnitool. "Indeed. I already have been shot at and interrogated more times than I care to recount. I apologize for my inability to vocalize, but this functions as an adequate substitute. I am called Gregor."
What did he recollect about the Quarians... Well, the Reapers had been correct in that organics traditionally construct synthetic constructs that end up turning upon their creators - the result being that more death and destruction occurred. Of course, he had no knowledge of the Geth's view on the matter - only that the conflict appeared to be some sort of modern interpretation of what had come to pass previously in galactic history.
Post by Shali'Tazu nar Rayya on Mar 1, 2015 15:24:11 GMT -7
"Considering the Citadel Council should, theoretically, be accepting of all races in the name of galactic peace, that's a bit surprising." Although, just because that was the official view of Citadel and its council, she supposed it didn't necessarily mean that was the view of everyone else aboard the marvel of technology. "Some races are not accepting of uncommon entities, I guess."
She leaned back, a little less worried about the pincers and the multitude of eyes, and put her three fingered hands behind the helm of her envirosuit, looking up at the false "sky" in the Persidium. "Shali'Tazu nar Rayya, Gregor. It is a pleasure to meet you. I haven't seen anything like you before, so forgive my ignorance: what do they call you? And why do they dislike you?"
If Gregor was capable of smiling, he would've done so. Shali'Tazu nar Rayya was the first sentient to view him as an individual and non-threat. He looked at her for a moment before looking up at what she was eying in concert, typing in a response on the text-to-speech. "Your ignorance is more than counteracted by your kind behavior towards me. I am a Collector. Your kind likely have heard of us regarding a situation that occurred between a group of us and one of your kind known as Golo."
Whether she knew who that was or not, he didn't know. All he felt she needed to know was what he was and why he was disliked. "My species was completely under the control of the Reapers. We harvested human colonies in order to create a larval humanoid-shaped member of the Created, though it was destroyed and our facility cleansed. I, and I believe others, were freed. I know that they are coming for the Harvest. And it is because of such that I seek assistance in creating a force that can stop them."