Garrus is closer to the Primarchy than he'd like to admit

Shepard: I saw some generals saluting you back there.
Garrus: Don't go there.
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Turian brandy: 150 credits

Turian scotch: 225 credits

Turian whiskey: 110 credits

Making Garrus Vakarian blushingly uncomfortable: priceless

August  9   ( 7 )   +

theroguesniper:

Business with the Commander, huh? Now there was an intriguing thought. He’d be lying if he said his interest hadn’t been piqued. What could the Primarch possibly want with Shepard? Well, savior of the galaxy thing aside, of course. Garrus hoped briefly -perhaps against hope- that it didn’t have to do with politics. Talk about tedious and insufferable. He knew better than to preach, however, so he went back to talking about the lounge. Perhaps he could ask Shepard about Victus later.

“Pazaak, sir? Afraid not. I hear it’s very similar to human Blackjack… though, personally, I’d say it’s closer to Quasar.” His tone was conversational, as he relaxed somewhat and fell into his role of host for the evening. “Either way, it can be played with Poker or Spanish cards, and we happen to have several decks of each on board. Just in case.” Garrus hit the green button that would open the doors to the Lounge and stepped aside to let the Primarch through, then followed and walked straight to the bar.

"May I offer you something to drink, sir? We have an excellent selection, if I do say so myself. Not to brag or anything, but I stocked the dextro-friendly drinks myself.” bending over, he pulled three different bottles and set them on the bar. “We have whiskey… brandy… ah, I’d been saving this one. Wine. Good year.” he showcased each of the bottles as he named them, and waited for Victus to make a choice. He’d have whatever the Primarch decided on.

“So… Shepard give you trouble, Sir?” There it was, no more awkward out-of-place turian. “She does usually get her way, you know. Mostly. Drives the Council up the walls. I just think it’s funny.”

             “I just might take you up on  game or two, then.  Just let me get reasonably besotted, first."  Victus paused.  "Shepard kept me from getting what I want.  I’m actually impressed, to be honest.  But, I wish I had the liberty of acting so freely with the Council.” He murmured distractedly, eyes raking over the labeling of the choice vintages before him. “Sometimes I think about just disconnecting mid-conversation, but utilizing the QEC as we now do won’t permit me to use the excuse of a malfunctioning comm buoy."  He shrugged and reached for the scotch.  He poured himself a glass, on the rocks, and proffered the bottle to Garrus, browplates raised.

             "Damn, Vakarian.” He chuckled as he downed the zircon liquid.  “Good choice.  You know, it’s disorienting.  This ship.  The Normandy.  Her design is turian, but this…lounge, here.  This is unlike anything I’ve ever seen on a military vessel.  Don’t the humans have regs against this sort of thing?

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imperatorvictus:

              Victus chuckled then. Once, softly. It was little more than a faint vibration rattling through an avian throat.  “And I became Primarch of Palaven on account of a technicality.  The death of a man more qualified, experienced, and able than myself.  Here’s to us.  Quite the pair.  If nothing else, you should be impressed at your own stubborn refusal to die.  That, at least, is the turian way.”

This time it was Garrus’ turn to chuckle. Alright, that he could work with. “Here’s to us, then. May we continue to be terrible examples of our race. Figure turians need a change, anyway.” He raised his hand, toasting with an invisible drink. “As for refusing to die, sir, turns out I have something worth living for. I’ll be damned if I don’t see this thing through to the end.”

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theroguesniper:

“Ha. The vote of confidence is appreciated, sir, but it doesn’t make what I said any less true.” Garrus gave a shrug and shook his head. “Proud, you say? Proud.” He scoffed, an almost-laugh, bitter and unamused, in his subharmonics. “Perhaps I have managed to change my dad’s opinion of me, somehow, but I can assure you, sir, that the Hierarchy isn’t exactly pleased with my track record. Only reason they appointed me Advisor is that they need me. Turns out there’s nobody else to ask about the Reapers.”

              Victus chuckled then. Once, softly. It was little more than a faint vibration rattling through an avian throat.  “And I became Primarch of Palaven on account of a technicality.  The death of a man more qualified, experienced, and able than myself.  Here’s to us.  Quite the pair.  If nothing else, you should be impressed at your own stubborn refusal to die.  That, at least, is the turian way.”

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"T R U T H -- What is your biggest failure?"

theroguesniper:

Garrus stared at the Primarch as though he had sprouted another head. He opened his mouth, hesitated, stopped. What was his biggest failure?

“I—” again, he stopped. What was it? Was it Omega, what happened with Sidonis? Was it his mom, not being there for her? Abandoning his family to go with Shepard when they most needed him? His rather short career in C-Sec? Failing to fulfill his promise to Shepard, that he would be with her to the very end?

“Myself. I am my greatest failure, Primarch. My entire life is one failure after another, with only small reprieves and victories. So, yes, I am my biggest failure. Won’t stop me from moving forward, though.”

                  “To quote the humans you’ve served under as of late; bull-shit. I doubt Shepard would suffer such failures to remain on their personal squad, or for the Hierarchy to hold you, at last, in such high regard.  I know a good deal about being an unorthodox turian, Officer.  Yet you’ve got the attitude any citizen of the command would be proud of."  The Primarch’s mandibles twitched, the only admission to passion he would allow.  "Stand tall, Vakarian." 

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theroguesniper:

Well. Garrus didn’t know what he had expected, but it certainly hadn’t been this. The Primarch breaking protocol -and quite a few regulations- to have a drink or three? Damn. He liked his style.

“I uh…” he stuttered, perhaps a little thrown off by the request. It didn’t take him long to regain himself, however, and soon he was nodding at Victus, mandibles flaring. “Gladly, sir. If you would follow me to the Crew Deck, we happen to have a fantastic lounge. Poker table and everything.” cocking his head towards the elevator, Garrus turned and led the way to the former Starboard Observation Deck. “So, uh… forgive the intrusion, sir, but what brings you here?” he knew that Victus had told him to relax, and he had… sort of. This was still the Primarch we were talking about, no matter how much he asked him to drop the act -however good at that he was,- some very deep and obscure part of him still held some of the good turian he never was. Old habits die hard, as they say.

                         He was practiced enough to hide the sly smile that lifted his plates.  Vakarian recovered well, all things considered.  Most turians would spontaneously develop scale itch at the very thought of the Primarch of Palaven breaking regs.  Well, damn them.  He was still a man, and he needed a break too.  Any student of turian military history would do well to remember that Adrien Victus had never been one for playing by the rules.

                      “Poker?” He repeated curiously.  “You’ve served on a human vessel too long.  don’t tell me this whole ship doesn’t have a single deck of pazaak on it?"  He followed as bidden, his eagerness muted by his strict posture and mild – but almost teasing – tone.  He sobered a bit at the question.  "Business with the Commander, naturally.  It didn’t quite turn out the way I wanted.  They’re a tough egg to crack, to use the human expression."  It was not exactly right to call the Primarch sullen.  More…resigned.  He so rarely had to settle.

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