imperatorvictus spotted you

twisted-and-cynical-turian:

“No offense, but uhm…” he paused, scratching at his hooded head. “But, wouldn’t it make more sense if you were somewhere in the upper echelon?…Rather than down here with some smelly hobo?”

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          The Primarch paused, shoulders drawing tense under simple fabric – spirits, did these civvies feel loose and strange against his plates – and his eyes narrowed accordingly.  If he was recognized here for who he was –Primarch and active general – then he’d be damn sure to keep things straight.  His reply was cold, but tempered.  He had a people to lead, now.  An example to set.  He could no longer afford to make of himself quite the maverick he had been.

          “No.  Like every turian worth their salt, I’ve known the military life since I was fifteen.  It’s the meritocracy that raised me to Primarch, not some society matron’s good graces.  You're  hell of lot more wise in the ways of the galaxy, as far as I’m concerned, so don’t you worry about me dirtying my elbows."  He took a hard, appraising look.  "What’s your name?” It was hardly a question that begged permission.

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