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       —Now, that was a name he’d known well.   A strong name.  A historied name.  “Hold on, young man.” Victus did not need to raise his voice, exactly.  His old military charisma carried through, his voice projecting and the command in his tone brooking no disobedience.  Alvia.  Alvia. An old military family, of whom he’d known some members well. A few had even fought alongside him in the Relay 314 Incident, and they’d done their people proud.

       This young turian was surely the latest scion of their line, and the ghost of an almost paternal fondness welled in Adrien’s heart.  “You’re an Alvia, aren’t you?  I heard you give your name to the shopkeep back there.  I might have known your relatives.  What’s your rank and unit, son?”

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