The whoosh of a door sliding open caught the old turian's attention, pulling him away from the proceedings below. His eyes widened, a scowl overtook his craggy features, his mandibles snapping tight to his face.
The slight turian strode through the open doorway, up to General Naucratius in the warehouse's grungy glass catwalk. Her usually timid bearing was absent today - had been absent for some time - and her mandibles twitched at him in acknowledgement as she took her place by his side. He exhaled a weary sigh.
"I told you not to come here." His hand found the bare plate of cowl sweeping into the curve of her back, the cool gray of his carapace contrasting with the warmth of hers. The fluttering fabric cascading off her shoulders shifted as she did.
Artaius gazed up at her father without a word - for words need not be spoken here - and the old General stared back. Unmoved, unflinching, though somewhere his breath caught. He knew that look in her eye, the flint-hard expression of a war-ravaged mind. There was honor in that, in a mind hardened by combat. There was no honor in this, in the emptiness behind bright emerald eyes.
Her voice, too, sent a cold chill through Naucratius in a way he knew so well, yet with her was so different. No. There was no honor in a mind ravaged by rape.
The scarred turian gestured with a free hand, and both of their attentions turned to the scene before them.
The infamous Terminus pirate Von Verrikan stood on the simple chair, a modest rope slack about his neck, wrists and ankles manacled. His end was nigh, and like so much scum before him driven to evil acts for the release of the noose, he was rock hard and serene. Even as his executioner stood a few meters away, even as Naucratius and Artaius looked down at him.
Violet eyes turned up to stare directly at Artaius, and a grin crossed his face, mandibles flared as the force of the executioner's biotics swept the stability of the chair from beneath his feet...
A commission for VonVerrikan! The lawless Terminus pirate hanged for his crimes by an unnamed bounty hunter contracted by General Naucratius, the father of Von's latest - and final - victim, Artaius.
I think there's going to be more of Von and Artaius in the future, too. :3c I'm having a lot of fun doing story-building with Artaius and her encounters with Von - and even after this, when she thinks she sees a ghost...
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