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Into the Unknown	By : Spiritwolf71 Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 6761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Varra had never known her parents, she was so young when they died she did not even have a vague recollection. People would tell her how great they were and how the world revolved around them but she always had the feeling that they were nobody, just simple warriors that happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was never given the details, just that they had been killed during a hunt.
She never stayed in one place for long and was bounced from family to family like a village dog. The tribe claimed responsibility for her but no one wanted to take the time to care for her. Because of this she grew up alone and only a step above being an outcast. Oh the tribe fed her and gave her clothing. The Chief had labeled her a hunter and she had been taught to hunt but no one ever took the time to get to know her or truly make her family.
It was part of the reason she had been the one chosen to be the sacrifice for the Ronians. She had heard about them and stories were often told of the evil things the Ronian would do but no one had really ever seen them. It was simply stories passed between tribes that were then made to fit the particular tribe that was telling the story. No one in her tribe had ever seen a Ronian until now.
She wasn’t quite sure if the large creature she traveled with now was Ronian, she was more on the doubting side, mostly because she had never heard or seen the others before and they were all too small for the rumours. That and from the stories she heard she should have been eaten by now. Instead this little group had taken her in and fed her and the small pretty blue had actually befriended her. She had not even thought twice about rescuing her from the tree and that meant a lot to Varra.
She would not even pretend to understand some of the things she had experienced since joining with these people, like that gel stuff that fixed her up, or the orange glowing things that sometimes appeared around their arms. Not only that but they had learned to speak her language really fast. She could not help but think they were all some sort of Gods, Gods that were treating her nice.
The only problem with that line of thinking was that they were running away from something. Varra had still not been able to get a look at what they were running from, but if it had Gods scared it must be something beyond her comprehension and she found herself terrified yet again. Then when she saw Elysia glow blue and destruction that spread from her hand to the room they had been in she was simply in awe.
Now she sat away from them as they spoke, she still had no understanding of what was happening some of the words they used were completely alien to her and at times they made absolutely no sense. They had run for the best part of the night and most of the day until she had brought them to Funders Twins, two mountains that separated her people territory from the Ergson Tribe. She knew there were several tunnels within either of the mountain and she picked the first one she could remember.
She pulled her legs up and wrapped her arms around them as she began to wonder how long her future was. What would happen when these people grew bored of her or she was no longer useful as a guide, would they just kill her?
She listened as they continued to argue now. Mostly the fuzzy pink one named Keith arguing with everyone else. He seemed to have done something that concerned the others.
“I say we leave it where they can find it, I am sure there is something pretty important on that recorder that they don’t want us to have a potential to leak,” The Ronian said.
“Are you kidding, this just might be the only thing that keeps us alive. To give it to them just makes us insignificant and dead.”
“Maybe we can bargain with them?” Elysia said.
“We have nothing to bargain with,” Keith argued, “We either give them the recorder and they kill us or we keep it until we can find a way to use it as leverage, but do not kid yourself they will try and kill us one way or another. We know they are here when they shouldn’t be and I highly doubt they are here for sightseeing.”
“He’s right,” the other Blue woman, Dharti said, “We know too much one way or another. Even if we didn’t have the Satellites black box they would still come for us. They cannot chance us leaving this planet knowing that they are here.”
“But we have no way to leave the planet, we pose no danger,” Elysia pointed out.
“But we could and that will be a chance they will not take. Come morning they will come out in full force looking for us, especially now that they know we have the means to fight back,” Keith said, he smiled to Elysia, “That was a stroke of genius, throwing that creature at them.”
Elysia blushed, her blue friend was just lucky there was a wedgit nearby. She was very impressed that Elysia had survived contact with the creature, they were very strong, but then she did have that blue glowing stuff.
“Listen,” Laius said, Elysia had called him Turian, “We need to keep it, Keith is right. We give it up to them and we are expendable. At least with it we have something they need.”
“I pretty much think we are expendable either way,” Laius said. “I say we keep it and move on. We have pretty much half a day on them but they also have shuttles.”
“Why don’t we try for a shuttle?” Remes asked.
“We could do it,” Elysia added.
Keith laughed, “And what would we do with a shuttle, if there are shuttles here then I have no problems believing they have a ship out there that would just shoot us down as we left the planet.”
“I can’t see the Allied Forces allowing ships that don’t belong to them through the Omega 4 relay. Don’t all ships have to be authorized?” Dharti asked. Keith laughed again. Everyone looked to him.
“Oh come on now, really?” he said. Varra could tell that made everyone angry, she could sense it. They were all annoyed with the pink man. “Really?”
“If you know something spit it out,” Tanith said angrily, Varra’s eyes widened, of all the people in the group the Tanith scared her the most. He was so big, but then from what she heard most Ronians were.
“You don’t think that the Allied forces are beyond reproach. You give anyone enough of an incentive they would do anything. Like turn a blind eye when one uses the relay, or botch up some logs so no one knows who went through. There are some very powerful companies out there, all of them probably wanting to discover strange new things in the new galaxies. There are probably all sorts of people out in the great beyond that no one knows about.”
It was quiet for a long time. Varra wondered if that meant the conversation was over and now she could speak. She stood and smiled. “I know where we can get some food,” She stated, they all looked to her and she suddenly felt nervous. “I’ll just go and get it then,’ she added when no one said anything.
“No,” Remes said, she looked to him and off all the people in the room he and his father were the ones that reminded her most that they were different, aliens Elysia had called them. It was a strange word for her. “I’ll go with,” the Turian said. Varra smiled to him and they moved out of the cave together.
“What kind of food are we talking about?” Remes asked.
“I have no equipment to hunt to just fruits.”
Remes nodded and looked away. Varra frown and then continued. “I heard them talk about you and your father, that you need special food.”
“Yes our body is very different from your and the others, we can eat your food but there is a chance we will have an allergic reaction. We won’t gain from it; it has no nutritional value to us.”
Varra nodded, “A few years ago we had a drought and very little food to eat. The tora all left the area in search of food for themselves.”
“Tora?”
“Large creatures that travel in herds, they are the main source of our food. We do fish as well but one tora is like three days of fishing.”
“So tell me more about your people,” the Turian asked.
“We are one of four in this area, our Tribe. These mountains are our border; beyond them are other tribes that we do not get along with. We have treaties and no one goes beyond, it would cause a war. We move with the tora, we camp where they rest during hunting season, but we always return to our main home.”
“Just the hunters?”
“No everyone, we spend a long time there so everyone comes. My people believe strongly in family and like to keep them together.”
“But you said you didn’t have a family.”
“No, I was taken care of but never really belonged. That was why I was the natural sacrifice.”
Remes looked to her then ahead to where they were walking. “I’m sorry, if it means anything, I don’t think any of us will sacrifice you.”
Varra smiled, “So you are all from different lands, with different skies. Elysia said none of you knew each other before the crash. You all get along as if you did.”
“Well, get along yes, I am not sure how much we trust each other yet. But we all, all of our peoples fought a huge war together. We all faced extinction and found that together we were strong enough to defeat our foe. I mean that doesn’t mean we are all instantly friends, but it helped us respect each other a lot more, respect our differences.”
“Who is it that chases you?”
“We don’t know, there are people who like to exploit things and used them to suit their own purposes. They had an information gathering device out in the stars, our pilot messed with it. We don’t know what it was gathering information on, if it was this planet or another but there are strict rules about interfering with other civilizations and they can be in a lot of trouble if anyone found out, so they want to make sure we can’t tell anyone.”
“So they want to kill you?”
“Apparently.”
“Your people are violent,” Varra said as she stopped and looked around She moved to a bush and began picking small green pod like items from the branches. “Poku, it’s good cold or heated, you can just bite off the ends and suck the nectar out,” she said then demonstrated, “very sweet.”
“It looks good, ”Remes said raising a brow. His stomach growled.
“Sorry.”
Remes helped her collect more of the poku. She watched him out of the corner of her eye, thinking about what he had said, analysing it and trying to figure out what it all meant. She would like to say her own people did not exploit things but they did, just on a smaller scale. She was a living example of that. She was Ha’drol and as such used to do jobs that no one else wanted to do. No one said it was fair, it just was.
“What happens of you go beyond the mountains Varra?” Remes asked suddenly Varra looked from him to the mountain. She had never been beyond them but she had heard story about the tribes beyond. Her people told terrible stories about them, about how they fought each other and had no respect for each other. More often than not they were associated with evil. Her own Chief called them the tainted but Varra really did not know why. She just knew that if she crossed that border everything changed. Not that her people did not have issues either. They had not been kind when she refused to be a sacrifice. It had become a fight which she had lost. She had not wanted to be force to be with strangers, away from her tribe, her home, everything she knew.
These people though were not the monsters her people thought they would be. They had been kind to her and treated her almost like an equal. They listened to what she had to say and valued her opinion. Well most of them did. She was still scared by the big one and the pink fuzzy one, but the other four had been very nice to her and Elysia was the closest thing she had ever had to a friend. If they decided to go over the mountain though, she was not sure if she would go with them, if they gave her a choice.
“If I cross the border then I am no longer a part of my tribe,” she answered finally. Here the tribe understand and respect each other’s differences. I mean we are all basically the same but like you we have our differences. Over there, no differences you become them or they kill you.”
Remes looked back up to the mountains then to her, “I’m sorry,” He paused, “You know you are not out prisoner, you can go home anytime you like.”
That was nice of him to say and she believed he meant it. She believed the whole group probably meant it; she just wasn’t sure how her people would take her returning. They might see it as the Gods rejecting her and think she did something wrong and she would be punished for not appeasing them. She had a feeling that, even though her tribe did care about her, they felt as though two burdens were released with her sacrifice. The appeased the Gods and they got rid of a burden. She was almost certain there was no returning home.
“I don’t think I have a home anymore,” she admitted. She watched as the Turian twitched his mandibles, almost as if he was angry.
“Well then that’s ok. I am sure Elysia will be ecstatic to have her new friend stay and really, you are invaluable to us with your knowledge. I think though we might have to go through the mountains to evade whoever is chasing us.”
Varra leaned against a tree and looked into the mountains. Remes continue, “O’er the mountains the clouds go what they see nobody knows they travel so vast and leave so fast that no one takes time to understand what they bestow.” It was a little song the Humans he fought with would sing, he didn’t remember the rest of it. He actually didn’t see the Humans need to put everything in song but they did.
Varra smiled, “I was born with nothing and I will die with nothing, the only thing that matters is what I do in-between, the friends I make, the deeds I do. Or as my Shaman said, life is not the destination but the journey. I had nothing back there; really, my own people sacrificed me because I really did not belong. Perhaps this is a journey I have to make; this is the in-between, the deeds, which will define me.”
They were quiet for a long moment before Varra shook the bag she had brought with her. “I’m full.” She said.
“Me too, we should get back to the others,” he replied and looked down to his full bag wishing that he could eat it as well.
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