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Battle Master the Bloodlust




Turian
Legacy Name: Turian


The Hydrus Irion
Owner: Garrus

Age: 9 years, 9 months, 3 weeks

Born: June 6th, 2014

Adopted: 9 years, 9 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: June 6th, 2014


Pet Spotlight Winner
September 15th, 2014

Statistics


  • Level: 77
     
  • Strength: 115
     
  • Defense: 85
     
  • Speed: 86
     
  • Health: 86
     
  • HP: 86/86
     
  • Intelligence: 65
     
  • Books Read: 65
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Singer of Praises



Turians are known for their militaristic and disciplined culture. The turians were the third race to join the Citadel Council, gaining their seat after defeating hostile krogan for the Council during the Krogan Rebellions. They deployed a biological weapon known as the 'genophage,' created by the Salarians, and in essence sterilized the entire Krogan population.

Turians are originally from Palaven. Their contributions to the Citadel Fleet are mostly soldiers and starships. Turians are respected for their public service ethics, being the ones who proposed C-Sec. However, despite this, some other races consider them to be imperialist or rigid. There is animosity between humans and turians, due to the turians role in the First Contact War. Since then, it has slowly been healing, but many humans still hate the turians, and vice versa.

The height of a turian is typically over six feet tall. They have two long, proportionately thick fingers and a 'thumb' on each hand, all three digits equipped with talons. Turians also have a set of mandibles around their mouths. Turians are avian in appearance, and have been described resembling humanoid velociraptors or birds. However, unlike those two, turians give birth to live young. A key distinguishing feature of turians are their voices, which have a distinct flanging effect. Males and females do not differ much in physical appearance, though the females lack the crest of horns that the males have. Turian lifespans are approximatley that of a human.

Most turians wear tattoos which distinguish which colony they originated from. This started after the Unification War. The tattoos are generally white, especially for turians who are darker colored, but can be seen in other colors. A turian without a tattoo or any facial markings is considered a "bareface" and is typically seen as one not to be trusted. "Barefaced" also happens to be a slang term used for turian politicians.

( original text & more info on turians can be found here. )






Since the Krogan Rebellions, krogans have been quite hostile, even after Mordin successfully cured the genophage. Most krogan have limitless animosity toward turians, and some set out to make life as miserable as possible for turians. I was one of the turians whose lives was ruined by the krogans. Not just because they murdered my family in front of me, first shooting to injure, and then physically tearing parts of their bodies off until they died from blood loss, but because they didn't do the same to me. As much as they didn't want to let a turian live, they weren't exactly for killing a helpless child. There was 'no fun' in it. So, after letting me witness the murder of my mother a father, they took me with them on their ship and treated me as a slave and cabin boy. They fed me little, and would physically abuse me.

My first year with them was horrible. They expected me to know how to do things the 'krogan way.' Try as I might, I couldn't please them. Whenever I'd drop something, I'd receive a beating. If I was too slow, I'd receive a beating. Whenever I'd speak, I'd receive a beating. As such, I usually walked around unable to see out of one eye, with a limp, or holding back whimpers as I forced myself to go on despite pains in my side that I suspected to be broken bones. I knew what they krogans were capable of, and I thought it to be a miracle I didn't suffer their full wrath. I did not know how long I would be allowed to live. I lived every day in fear that I wouldn't see the next. But, after a while, I came to realize that it would be a while before it came to that, because two years after they murdered my parents and took me, they started using me as varren bait.

Now, let me be clear on this. Varren are what you'd consider a 'dog,' but for krogans. In the wild, they're vicious, attack in packs, stick together, and are hard to kill. When in captivity, they are fiercely loyal to their masters and will gladly fight to the death. Then, there are the varren who are bred for for fighting. They got the great idea to use me, a not even 'teenage' turian, to fight varren instead of other varren. They told me, 'You do well, we let you live longer. You lose, we kill you.' And that's how my life as a fighter began.
My first varren fight left me with quite a few scars, but I somehow came out on top. I'd never fought a varren before. It was vicious, but new like me. We both were young and new, but I was more desperate to live. The varren was just, well... not fighting like its life depended on it. I got the left side of my face and right shoulder almost torn off before I figured out how to deal with the darn thing. But eventually, I let it clamp down on my shoulder, and was able to get a good hold on it with my left arm and strangle it to death. I cried a bit afterward, not from the pain, but for having to kill something. I wasn't a violent turian, I hadn't wanted to be. But, I knew that it was inevitable what I would become to these krogan.

Two decades passed. I was still used for entertaining the krogans with varren fights.But not just regular varren fights; I'd fight whole packs of them at a time. I'd forgotten the innocent life I had before all of this. By now, I'd have been in the military or training for something, but instead, here I was, practically a slave and entertainment option for the krogans. I didn't know how old I was, exactly, as I'd lost count of the days. I could barely speak; whenever they heard me mumble anything, I'd get a beating -- I learned that early on. I didn't know the sound of my own voice. However, I'd come to respect the krogans and their ways, and actually felt sympathetic towards them since my kind had sterilized them. Granted, that didn't mean every single turian had to pay for it, but that didn't mean it should go unchecked, either. I was just known as 'Turian' to the krogans. Some time in my second decade with them, they started having me fight krogans. I didn't have any biotics, but neither did they. I had no armor and had to find ways to protect my exposed and fragile body. I was swift on my feet, kept my talons long and sharp. I used my mandibles as a weapon as well. A deadly bite, fast on my feet, and razor sharp talons are what defined me. Brute strength couldn't compare to my tactics. It was rare early on for me to walk away unscathed from a fight. However, I began to learn the weaknesses of the krogans, where to strike first and hardest. With the krogans, it was not usually a fight to the death--that was more of a sport to see if anyone could be the turian. I hadn't lost yet, and my 'masters' kept their word. They actually began treating me nicely after I started winning them some honor by winning certain fights they'd bet on. They started to get a good name and be well-known throughout the krogans in all corners of the galaxy. The one place I hadn't been yet since I was taken, though, was their homeworld, Tuchanka.

The krogans I'd been flying around with for two decades finally decided to make their presence known back at their homeworld. By now, they treated me like a comrade, for the most part. They taught me how to shoot, and I must say -- I quite enjoyed the snipers. Of course, they preferred the shotguns, but I could help pick enemies off at a distance if need be. In times of them raiding or 'negotiating' with other races, if things went south, I was posted a ways away, and could provide assistance from a distance. So, what was originally thought to be a short life that would end in pain, turned into something beneficial for the both of us. The krogans kept me alive and taught me how to survive, and I helped them prosper and do whatever else it is they did. They said it was rare to bring a turian back to the homeworld and that the krogans there would likely be very territorial and violent. After all, it had been a while since they'd returned to their clan. For my master, he said he considered me a krantt, which I took to be some sort of asset or acquaintance. Little did I know that it actually meant I was a trusted ally. Not just any trusted ally, but he thought me to be more trustworthy than the other krogans that had been with him longer.
Once back on Tuchanka, odd things ensued. I could tell there were a lot of krogans talking about me as my master approached his clan's territory. There were questioning and even somewhat hostile glares, but looks didn't bother me. After what I'd been through to prove myself to my master, I was fine with just getting looks. If that's all I got here, it'd be like the equivalent of the human's phrase 'heaven.' Things went better than what my master had expected. I didn't understand most of what they were talking about, but my master and the clan leader talked about old days and fighting... and me. My master was one of the 'Battle Masters.' The clan leader thought he'd gone soft, but he reassured him that he hadn't. He said he'd beaten sense into me for several decades and, despite my outward appearance, I was a krogan inside. Instead of just accepting his explanation, the clan leader wanted to put me to the test, to see if I was as krogan as they thought I was. I had to undergo the clan's Rite of Passage. It was usually meant for krogans coming of age who wanted to join a clan, but in this case, it was to prove my worth. It was like being the source of entertainment all over again. Honestly... I missed the fights. They were fun and exhilarating. I hadn't tasted blood in months. Too much time spent hanging back at a distance. I wanted some up-close and personal action, and I hoped that this Rite of Passage crap I had to go through involved violence.
I was not disappointed.
The Rite of Passage for this clan was taking on two Battle Masters. You had to either survive five minutes, or get rid of the Battle Masters before those five minutes were up. Killing wasn't a necessity, but it was optional. And, knowing the krogans -- it would likely be a fight to the death. I remember my master asking the clan leader if he was sure about this and wouldn't regret it later. When questioned, he simply said, "Oh, two Battle Masters won't be enough to keep him at bay." And boy, was he right.

Without armor, I was extremely vulnerable. For this fight, weapons were allowed, unfortunately. I was not overly efficient with shotguns, but I figured I'd take one to help take down their shields. I hadn't faced a Battle Master before, but I'd gone against groups of raging krogans before, and if one were like any number of those, then they wouldn't be so easy to take down. As I entered the arena, I noticed it was a mixture of terrain. There was dirt, concrete, grass. There were pillars about, perhaps for hiding behind as you reloaded so as to prevent damage intake. I scanned the area, noting that I could scale some of the pillars and use them to my advantage if needed. Turns out, I didn't need the pillars.
The Battle Masters thought of me as a joke. A turian, with no armor. They questioned the clan leaders decision for this, and only half-heartedly, if even that much, tried to kill me. However, by the three minute mark, they were both down and out for the count. Well, more than just the count. I managed to blast away the shields of one and quickly pounced on him and managed to rip his throat out. He wasn't coming back from that. Before the other one realized what was going on, I was upon him and had managed to gouge out his eyes with my talons. Of course, I didn't come away unscathed. I didn't have armor, which meant I didn't have shields, either. A single bullet in just the right spot would be the death of me. Fortunately, that wasn't the case. But, unfortunately, a few did find their mark. What happened in those three minutes exactly, you ask?

I stood still behind a pillar, awaiting the 'announcer' to announce who I was. There were more krogan watching than I'd care to count.
"We have Turian, a krannt of Battle Master Jorgal Utavex. He will be fighting for his life against Battle Masters Jorgal Vatenk and Jorgal Trund. May the gods have mercy on his soul."
Well, that was reassuring. I ignored the jibes and taunts and otherwise foul comments from the krogans around the arena, and from the two Battle Masters themselves. I hear something similar to an alarm, which I assumed signaled the start of the fight.
"The fastest anyone ever completed this was four and a half minutes, by our current leader, Jorgal Sovze. None have come close since then. We will see if Turian can survive the amount of time it took for Jorgal Sovze to finish."
Again, with the loud voice. There was a unanimous guttural rumbling noise from around me, which I assumed was the krogans way of laughing. I'd show them laughter. I poked my head around the side of the pillar, and a few moments later backed up behind as a single shot was fired. To me, it seemed as though they were moving extra slow, acting as though they were giving me some sort of handicap. If that were the case, that was going to be their biggest mistake; thinking I needed a handicap. Still, I was going to test that theory. I popped out from around the side of the pillar and shot at the one closest a couple of times before returning to my spot. The Battle Master seemed rather amused and shouted a few taunts my way, still not overly approving of having to 'put up with this.' For another minute, I did this, checking to see if and how they moved, their exact positions, etc, so I could estimate how long it'd take to get from my spot to theirs. Once I'd calculated that, I made a run for it. The first one seemed amused and began laughing as I rushed at him. But, as I got in close, I fired my shotgun point-blank enough times to get through his shield, and damage his actual armor a couple of times. At that point, I did the most efficient thing that came to mind; I went for his throat. With a set of talons firmly lodged into his shoulder area, he didn't even have time to cry out before I'd bitten through his slightly less armored neck area and taken a huge chunk of flesh with me as I jerked my head backwards. I gave his body a kick, and he fell backwards, making some pathetic gurgling noises and twitching a little as the light faded from his eyes. I spat out the hide of the krogan and turned my attention to the other. Silence had fallen around the arena. We stared at each other for a while, and I made the first move. I made a dash straight for the krogan; I wasn't thinking straight at this point. I just wanted bloodshed, and that's what got me. I picked up the first Battle Master's shotgun and began firing with both the one I had and the one I'd picked up to down the shields faster of the second Battle Master. He fired a couple of times, almost desperately, before I was upon him. The sheer force of the speed I'd been running knocked him down, and from there I was able to get on top of him, like a predator pounces on his prey to deliver the finishing blow, but this time, I wanted to play a little. I began by getting my already-bloodied talons lodged in his shoulder-neck area, and began the process of gouging out eye number one. There was still silence around the arena, save for the cries of pain from this Battle Master. Right as I moved on to the next eye, he went for his shotgun and fired at me. I didn't have sufficient time to react, so I was hit, and I must say -- it did feel good to feel pain once again. I didn't cry out, merely just finished the gouging of the eye, and gave one last slash to the face for good measure, before standing back up. Suddenly, there were cheers of approval, and something about 'a true krogan' and 'new record' being said. But eventually sound and colors began to fade, and I began feeling dizzy and light-headed. Kneeling down, I winced, and looked down to see the place where I'd been shot. Well. It was better than taking the brunt of it. Still, though, a turian's exposed body can't take much of a beating. If I wouldn't have had the fast reflexes, I'd have died from being shot point-blank. I placed both clawed hands to my side, applying pressure, and breathed in and out slowly, calming myself from the adrenaline rush I'd just had.
"A true warrior. Not even flinching when he was shot, and getting everyone to underestimate him. He has the heart of a krogan, but his tactics aren't do-first-think-later. He thinks things through before he does them, and that's his greatest trait," I heard someone say. It was at this point that I felt myself slipping in and out of consciousness, and don't really recall anything after this point in time.

After that, I was awarded the title 'Battle Master.' I wasn't a krogan, but they said I was the equivalent of one. I felt honored. I was actually now on-par with my master, though I still respected him and treated him as though I were still an adolescent turian, and he had just kidnapped me. I was to be the Clan Jorgal's special weapon. If any other clans attacked, I'd be there to help out, at a distance at first, but if things got hairy, I enjoyed getting into the thick of things. If they needed supplies in a neutral area, they always sent me with the group in case a fight broke out. Eventually, I began to travel with my own krogans following me. I'd forgotten how to talk, so it was something I hadn't done. I had a krogan appointed to me to be my voice.

If you hear the krogan are sending in Turian to get something done, don't think it's the nickname of a ship or group, or just any ol' turian.
What they're sending in... is me.
And you damn well better run the other way if you're the enemy, or you won't see any suns of tomorrow.





by me

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Story by me.

Although Turian is an OC of mine, a 'Turian' is an alien race from the Mass Effect trilogy. Turians, Krogans, all other names and references in Turian's story belong to Bioware.

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