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The Translation in Blood	By : Mayamahal Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 19003 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Bird,
It's been a few days longer than I intended to go before writing you. Brass has been incredibly generous and there've been arrangements made to turn me into a real spacer. I'm on a cruiser with a promotion, daughter in tow and a ship of my own somewhere in my future. And I have you to thank for all of it.
Sure, I could have managed, but I doubt this quickly. So thank you.
I miss you something stupid.
Yours,
Pyjak
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Pyjak,
The breeding proposals are getting ridiculous. Not that the attention is bad, but it's been a well known joke among my peers that my tastes run towards the exotic. Again, there isn't anything wrong with my own species... my range of attraction runs broad and free, I suppose.
And now there's you. I think I've definitely gone from 'kink' to 'fetish', as it were.
There's a side of me that wants to encourage you to find a mate and settle in, but you aren't that kind of person. At least, you don't seem to be. Is it wrong to make such judgements? I feel like I've known you for so much longer than the time we had.
How is it that you managed to avoid the emotional conversation these last few correspondences, and I've suddenly rushed head long into it? What have you done to me, woman?
You describe your daughter like she has the temperment of a Krogan and the keen sense of an engineer. I would love to meet her some day.
Yours,
Bird
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Bird,
My little girl enlisted today. Little girl... she's not so little anymore. She's almost as tall as you are but as wide as me. Solid muscle and all attitude.
I love her so much, and I'm scared for her too.
She knows the way of the Universe better than most, but it shocks me how clearly she sees through the problems presented to her. I worry that she's made the wrong choice, following after me because it's all she's known.
She's so glorious. My pride is surpassed only for my hope. She will make us all proud.
Keep an eye out for her, will you? She's bound to overlap into your circles eventually.
I'll keep you posted, too, on the Batarian situation. It's not looking so dire anymore.
Pyjak
P.S. Is it you that's forwarding my intranet-address to the Turian pornography vids? Some of these positions look vaguely familiar... Oh, and the fact that they're all human-Turian couples is a dead give away. What I wouldn't give for a peek at your intranet-history. Should I forward an inquiry to your assistant?
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Pyjak,
Your accusations burn worse than the rage of a thousand suns. I'm offended you'd think me so base as that.
Vid 432-AF is my favorite so far. She has your hips.
I know we swore off work discussions, beyond the work ones, about ten years ago, but is it alright if I tell you that this is the most unrewarding job in the known galaxy? I have no official power on my own, but I have to check and recheck every suggestion I make with my fellow councilors, to have the matter discussed into oblivion until I can't remember which topic was mine and which one i intended to shoot down. Half the time I'm the tie-breaker vote, and the rest of the time, I'm trying to bypass the emotion and stick to what's logical.
Making decisions based on little evidence and emotional hype has tempered my blue counterpart into a woman of cold calculus, but I see where this has kept things from sinking too far beyond our control of certain situations. Fear compels the other from making hard choices, leaving them instead to us. We'd be better served if we'd let go of tradition and outsource a little more. Odd numbers are fine, but this is ridiculous. I'm all for hiring a few more people into this job. Know any decent humans?
Any news on that promotion you wanted?
Bird
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Shock of my life today, Pyjak. Met your daughter and I felt like I was looking at you.
A much taller version of you, but you.
She's all intellect and cool reserve. Respectful and calm. Spitting image of you. It was difficult to breathe sometimes, her mannerisms are a perfect echo to yours.
Missed you so much I couldn't breathe.
Broke some rules and pulled some strings. Gave her a little ship to zip around in. Not directly from me, but I may have dropped a few words in just the right places. No money, though. I promise.
I'm going to have to rein in the attention, though; I just might give people the wrong impression. I have a racist reputation to hold.
yours,
Bird
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Bird,
I heard you rallied behind our girl for Spectre status. Don't lie. I have my sources. Anderson just about exploded with the details. That man wouldn't know 'discretion' if it bit him in the ass.
I've pulled back my tabs on her over the years. Sometimes it's better that I just don't know what she's getting in to, but this new development is frightening. What's happening out there in the black? She's really worked up over this, my cool-headed little amazon. She's all logic and gut-feeling, and she's never wrong. Promise me you'll continue to listen to her, even if you can't always let on that you do.
Intranet has you pegged as the most rigid of the three, and Terra Firma has you marked as the most racist against humanity. If they only knew, right?
New job is alright. Looking forward to getting my own rig though. Any day now.
Saw you in the vid for the ceremony. You don't look like you eat enough. Don't you die on me.
Love,
Pyjak
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P-
ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF KILLED? OR FIRED? OR...KILLED?
Thanks for disobeying orders. I'm sure it's the only reason your kid saved our lives.
This place is a mess, security is shoddy. I'll write more later.
Take care of yourself, and give that spawn of yours a hug. Just don't say from where.
-B
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Bird,
I just couldn't help myself. She looked at me like I was crazy when I tried to explain to her how important you and your co-workers were. She understood but ... I wonder if she suspects. She's never seen me talk about you before. Did I give myself away? Shit.
Write when you can, but I think that promotion I wanted is in the works. Who knew disobeying orders would get me so far?
Pyjak
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Pyjak,
I heard about your girl. Is she still missing? Last I heard, there was still no body to be found, and surely there must be something, even if she burned past orbit. I feel guilty as hell for sending her out on this last mission, the reports we have are all over the place. Evidence supports a Collector attack, but my co-workers insist that's impossible. We still suspect the Geth, but the ship ID doesn't match up either.
Doing my best to dig into this as much as I can. What have you got?
Security be damned. I want to help. Shepard saved my life. And she's your's.
Let me know,
B
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P,
Haven't heard back from you yet. Are you in the black? Your ship left Noveria three weeks ago. Where are you?
B
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P,
Still nothing from you, if you've sent me anything. I've been snapping at security for days now about not censoring all of my messages, encrypted or otherwise. Please don't stop trying. I'm starting to get worried.
Write back soon,
B
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Recieved word your ship is docked at Illium, and has been since Commander Shepard went missing. Hands are accounted for and ship is not in need of repair. Her captain has requested leave from the Alliance for an indefinite amount of time. Why haven't you said anything?
-B
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Don't you move from that port, Hannah. I'll be on Illium tomorrow. Don't make me go public and hunt you down, because I will. Job be damned.
Yours,
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