Iniko ππΉ's Links
βTechnically, my kind is already classified as extinct as there is no way to restore our numbers. But I do see your point, Vulpecula, looking at the current state of your people.β
"Prothean huh? Interesting... welcome to the endangered species club."
βQuarian doctor. Foolish profession to choose given the danger exposure to even the most minor of Pathogens could have on his weak system. But as a fellow scientist I can appreciate the thirst for understanding.β
"Curious capabilities I'll have to ask about sometime or other. Maybe I can get some help with certain experiments and such. Hm."
βThe modifications to my particle rifle were adapted well so I have no quarry with this turian.β
"She seems fine. Don't trust anyone who is supposed to be extinct though..."
βThis human performs seemingly to prey upon the hormones of young women. The innocent exterior completes the falacy. What poor females.β *Chuckles*
"Huh... looks kinda like a collector. Weird."
βAnother Quarian. Proficient with weapons despite the danger a suit puncture presents.β
"Pardon my language, but she seems like a bitch."
βIt is confronting seeing Quarians walking around in suits. They were once reverred as beautiful by the many. This Quarian is an angry short-sighted fool though with no legacy. A waste of biotic potential.β
"Fuck off. Cunt."
βA Drell with an overactive sex drive. He is kind for the most part and I will need to express my exclusive interests so that he does not get any ideas.β
"Well hello beautiful. Pleasure to meet you."
βCharming how the Salarians have surprised us. But they are still lacking in long term potential with all their biological kickbacks. Even living on only one hour of sleep their short lifespans burning themselves out so quickly is ultimately stunting.β
"A prothean! And a scientist too! I will need to do a full physical examination, as well as conduct an interview, and run an audio recording anytime she is near. The information to be gained is invaluable!"
βI see the Krogan have not changed all that much... This one is at least fairly tolerable.β
"Huh... she's fine. Particle rifle thing is bullshit though. Doesn't hit with any decent impact. She needs a real weapon."
βBiologically engineered. The pinacle of evolutionary science in the flesh walking around, and he seems to have no idea.β
"Strange. Do species often come back from extinction in this galaxy?"
βA fascinating synthetic race. I will need more information.β
"Prothean. Thought to be extinct. This one appears to be an intellectual. I will be interested to converse with her."
βHe is incompetent but most of the crew want to spare his feelings. He must inspire fondness in others easily.β
"Alright, so you're like... old old. So I have an important question. Did Protheans have duct tape?"
βThis humanβs dialect is ridiculous... I must study it.β
"Ah thooght th' Protheans waur aw deid. Guess we waur aw wrang abit 'at a body. Wonder if aw ay 'em acted arseholes fa hink they're better than a' fowk else, ur jist thes fanny?"
βOne of the few people who appreciates the majesty of my being one of the last Protheans. Him, I like.β
"You gotta be fuckin' with me! A living prothean? Well it's an honor to meet you miss."
βObnoxious primitive. I see nothing of interest here.β
"Prothean huh? Cool."
βAn Avatar of Pride. Figures the Politicians would stash one of their own away while the majority of our people burned. But it may prove useful. I tire quickly of governmental concerns. And I certainly would not want the likes of Javik representing the Empire. Would anyone want a mindless brute speaking for a people? Disaster averted.β
"I am pleased the Avatar of Knowledge survived. She possess more knowledge of our people than anyone. The regrowth of the Prothean empire stands a chance because she exist."
βOnce I was an assistant in his lab, now we stand as equals. Yet, he still seems bothered that I went through his classified data on the Reapers. I regret nothing.β
''One more time and I'm gonna loose my shit over this gay prothean-''
βIt doesnβt compare at all to the art my people used to create before the Reapers. Wonderful priceless treasures lost forever...β
"As much as i'd like to know more about Prothean art, she'd probably just tell me how 'everything we used to have was so much more advanced and better'"
βShe seems to be successful at her profession...~β
"Hm, doesn't look like she knows the meaning of 'fun'."
βAnother scientist. Good.β
"A prothean, too? Let's compare notes, I'm sure the last 50,000 years weren't too kind on my accuracy."
βAnother soldier. I suppose they have their linear uses.β
"Another scientist. I suppose they have their uses when they stay away from us soldiers."
βA competent mind. Incompetent social capabilities comparatively.β
βShe probably has so much study that was lost to share. But instead she prefers to lock herself in the lab alone...β
βI think itβs malfunctioning.β
"Wonderful. My first time meeting an advanced species and they seem to dislike me."