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aeia'nagi nar rannoch
Aeia'Nagi nar Rannoch, on her symbolic pilgrimage to learn more about the galaxy around her, and to return to Rannoch with agricultural engineering information.
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April 30, 2214 - Omega - Walpurgisnacht

onashenwings:

rannochborn:

Instinctively, Aeia took a step back, narrowing her eyes at the taller man. 

“Whatever I want,” She replied shortly. “I’m not inclined to go back to Rannoch any time soon. There’s nothing for me there but a plot of land and a lot of work and quite frankly, I don’t see the pleasure in any of that. I want to explore; to travel. And… I don’t have enough money to go to the Citadel yet.” She admitted. There it was; her lack of funds had led her to Omega, where she hoped she could fall in somewhere earning a few credits until she could get back out. 

“But I’m going to get there.” Aeia said, her voice full of determination. “I’m going to get there and I’m going to see everything.”

Anthony watched her, head cocked to the side. Everything, huh?

“There’s a whole big galaxy out there, Clover.” He commented, a sly smirk on his face. “Sure, the Citadel’s a nice place to start, but..”

But the only difference she’d find from Omega and the Citadel was the security. In his opinion, at least. What he knew of the Citadel was strictly business. His kind, at least.

“You need money either way. And maybe I can help with that.”

Though she was wary, she was also in desperate need of money. She couldn’t strip or serve drinks because of her allergies, but there were things that she could do, and maybe he could help her find some He seemed like a knowledgeable enough guy.

"Really?" She asked, perking up again, her eyes going a little wider. "You’d help me? But you barely even know me. Keelah, that’s amazing."

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April 30, 2214 - Omega - Walpurgisnacht

onashenwings:

“Well then, Aeia’Nagi nar Rannoch.” Anthony grinned. “I’m Anthony Scott.”

He’d never heard her name, or her family’s name. That could be a blessing and a curse on Omega. For now she was, mostly, invisible. Sure, she stuck out. Quarian. Colorful. Young.

But no one knew what to expect from her either. And maybe he liked the idea of that. He stepped forward, making the gap between them small.

“So what’re you doing on Omega, so far from home?”

Instinctively, Aeia took a step back, narrowing her eyes at the taller man. 

"Whatever I want," She replied shortly. "I’m not inclined to go back to Rannoch any time soon. There’s nothing for me there but a plot of land and a lot of work and quite frankly, I don’t see the pleasure in any of that. I want to explore; to travel. And… I don’t have enough money to go to the Citadel yet." She admitted. There it was; her lack of funds had led her to Omega, where she hoped she could fall in somewhere earning a few credits until she could get back out. 

"But I’m going to get there." Aeia said, her voice full of determination. "I’m going to get there and I’m going to see everything."

(Source: rannochborn)

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April 30, 2214 - Omega - Walpurgisnacht

onashenwings:

rannochborn:

The brush of feathers against her mask unnerved her, and the smile that he gave made her stomach churn. This wasn’t a safe person; a man who wore his trophies never was. She couldn’t identify it in the same way a human would, but the feeling was entirely the same.

Snake. 

“I guess so, huh?” Aeia laughed, keeping up a firm facade. Show no fear in the face of danger. It was another thing etched into her being, like a love of crowds and a fondness for splashes of color and a constant hum of noise. 

Her fingers twitched nervously, but she didn’t reach for the rifle on her back, the pistol at her side, or the heirloom blade strapped to her calf. No, instead, she bobbed back and forth as she was wont to do. 

“It’s my first time on Omega,” she apologized by way of explanation. Her eyes glowed jubilantly underneath her mask, though they were unhelpfully obscured by the multitude of lights. Omega was unique in that way—it was nearly impossible to determine a time of day with a lack of natural light. One had to rely on their omnitool and a good internal clock, or they’d be lost to Omega forever.

“I see you came prepared.” Anthony nodded to the rifle on her back. He kept his smile. Easier to wear a mask than to show true intention.

Especially when he wasn’t sure what to make of the Quarian.

“You got a name, there?” He teased, crossing his arms. He wasn’t afraid if she tried to attack him. Armed as she was, she looked unprepared. Small.

A splash of color in a place where it was smarter to blend in to your surroundings. She got part of it right with the weaponry. Whatever business she had there, she better make it quick. The scourge of Omega loved to feast on fresh meat.

Himself and his crows included. Though, he did like to believe he had more refined tastes.

"It’s rude to ask without giving your name first," Aeia retorted quickly, watching him with wide, glowing eyes. She tried to walk around him, to circle him as a bird of prey would, but among the crowd, it was very hard to do. 

"But it’s Aeia. Aeia’Nagi nar Rannoch." She shared, completely ignoring her own social rules. She didn’t use a fake name; she didn’t have one to use, anyhow. It was her own name, and she held nothing with it or against it. In her five years sailing through an ocean of stars, she hadn’t committed a crime or done anything noteworthy. It made her feel small, but safe. 

To go unnoticed was not always a curse, after all. Oftentimes, it was more of a blessing. 

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Headcanon -

Aeia’Nagi nar Rannoch will eventually end her pilgrimage on a re-purposed vessel once belonging to the Alliance—her new full name would be Aeia’Nagi nar Rannoch vas Kalpana Chawla.

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(Source: azidraws)

April 30, 2214 - Omega - Walpurgisnacht

onashenwings:

Home.

Among the sickening decay of society that ran amok with credits, blood and not quite legal in Citadel space, many of Anthony’s kind found themselves comfortable. The vibrations from the club that seemed to echo in every part of the asteroid were his wake-up call and his lullaby. His anthem.

Few people cared about the human as he made his way through the market. Though some knew who he was, if only in title or by appearance. Not many people wore authentic feathers at their shoulder.

While the lights were bright, everything in Omega retained a certain look of filth. The roots of decay and crime were never forgotten and it showed. There were some places brighter than others, but there seemed to be an almost uniform design to the lighting and decor.

He was hardly different with dark hair and clad in black, naked as his arms were.

But today, there was something different. A splash of green. Color beyond what his eyes were used to in this area of Omega. A Quarian.

He watched her in her wonder, amused and concerned as to what she was doing there, until she bumped into him. He took a careful step back and flashed her a smile.

“Maybe you should watch a little where you’re going?”

The brush of feathers against her mask unnerved her, and the smile that he gave made her stomach churn. This wasn’t a safe person; a man who wore his trophies never was. She couldn’t identify it in the same way a human would, but the feeling was entirely the same.

Snake. 

"I guess so, huh?" Aeia laughed, keeping up a firm facade. Show no fear in the face of danger. It was another thing etched into her being, like a love of crowds and a fondness for splashes of color and a constant hum of noise. 

Her fingers twitched nervously, but she didn’t reach for the rifle on her back, the pistol at her side, or the heirloom blade strapped to her calf. No, instead, she bobbed back and forth as she was wont to do. 

"It’s my first time on Omega," she apologized by way of explanation. Her eyes glowed jubilantly underneath her mask, though they were unhelpfully obscured by the multitude of lights. Omega was unique in that way—it was nearly impossible to determine a time of day with a lack of natural light. One had to rely on their omnitool and a good internal clock, or they’d be lost to Omega forever.

(Source: rannochborn)

posted 2 years ago with 9 notes
April 30, 2214 - Omega - Walpurgisnacht

If anything, Omega had only grown more sinister and twisted over time. 

It was still crowded; interlacing districts wove themselves into a grungy, inescapable metropolis where there was no sky, was no grass, only the same recycled air and water and resources so sparingly fought over that anything fresh and new was something worth killing or being killed over. Tenements stacked one on top of the other stretched up to the very ceilings of the massive asteroid that Omega had been founded within. Heavy bass pounded through the metal floors no matter where one stood, and the noise pollution was just as bad as anything else.

Aeia felt the vibrations of the music up through her spine as she found herself walking the floors of the market. So her pilgrimage, five years in the making, had finally taken her to Omega. She had traversed from colony to colony, human and asari and turian alike, for so long now that she felt that she deserved a vacation. While she couldn’t quite afford the grandeur of the Citadel, she could earn credits there on Omega and pay her way. 

Besides, it was bred in her genes; the feeling of home in tight, crowded places, sharing the very air you breathed with the beings around you. It brought everything down onto the same level and Aeia loved it. 

The vibrant lights caught her attention no matter where she turned her head, and it was disorienting for the green-clad Quarian, but in a breathtaking sort of way that she craved. She spun around to look at everything, completely forgetting that she was there for a job, for credits, for a purpose—

Until she bumped straight into an ink-marked human, taller and much more intimidating looking than herself.

"Keelah, I’m so sorry!" She nearly squeaked, taking a step back and hoping that she hadn’t broken some law or taboo that would end in her getting shot.

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Crying because I WANT THAT THIRD ONE AS MY WEDDING DRESS

If that third one doesn’t stir something in you, I might suspect you are dead inside.

(I feel that Aeia might get commissioned in #12 someday. Maybe a different color, though.)