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    Mordin's Noir Story

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    Mass Effect 3- Citadel

saroux:

Omega. Sky was color of vid cam tuned to a dead vorcha. Business so bad that, if volus, would have sold my suit. Then trouble Doppler-shifted deep asari blue as it came through my door. Likely elcor father. High gravity-adapted in all right places. Asari said krogan thug after her business. if could get rid of him said she’d be gratefull for all…eternity.

Found krogan in slums. First shot hit primary heart. But krogan have redundant nervous system. Felt redundant, nervous myself. Krogan got me in stranglehold. Used incineration attack, got lucky.

‘Said this was an easy job,’ he gasped. Guess we’d both been burned.

Asari very grateful. Could read her like open book. And as it happened, did enjoy reading…in bed. Woke up looking at barrel of pearl-handled Carnifex. My M-98  in other room - another Black Widow standing over me.

‘Only loose end left,’ she said. Her mistake. Didn’t know I’d been in STG, learned tricks dirty enough to clog a quarian’s suit filter.

‘Your barriers very similar to your morals,’ I said, and threw my biotic grenade. ‘Warped.’

When woke up from explosion, asari had fled back to Afterlife. Felt lucky not to be in Afterlife myself. Hadn’t been paid, but considered self fortunate. Had broken Omega’s one rule…in more ways than one.

Easily one of the best things not only in the Citadel DLC, but in the entire game series. All of the sound clips of Mordin were wonderful, but this is fucking art. That last line gets me every. time.

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