Thread: A Promise is a Promise (Atroxa & OstrichFromJoust)

Ma'am, I assure you, we're doing all that we can. We've had hundreds of ships come in just today, and we're trying to find a place for everyone. Emergency housing has been set up here on the docks while we try to process everyone. We've received your request, and you'll be contacted when it is processed. I'm sorry, that's all we have, said a masculine, flanging voice. The older woman who was the target of the mostly sincere explanation barely bought it, scoffing as she left the desk and returned to her family. The same voice gave a sigh, bringing up a omni-tool to attend to yet another notification from his superiors. Vexus Borin had just turned thirty, his last leave of duty in the turian military ending a few months ago. Just as his father before him, he'd served proudly in the military, mostly running as a support officer behind the lines. At the end of that tour, he'd had the choice to continue or leave, joining the reserves. Becoming a 'lifer' wasn't in his plan, so Vexus chose to leave. The turian wanted to do something where he could really help people, not just be a peg in the war machine of course he'd never say that out loud. C-Sec was a place he thought he could use his training and skills to really make a difference. Of course, they had their own training in the academy, albeit less because he'd been in the military. Vexus had just gotten settled in at the Citadel, a nice position within C-Sec, an apartment in one of the nicer Wards, life seemed to be heading in a good direction. Then the Reapers attacked Earth. Vexus of course knew about them, the theories were out when the Battle of the Citadel happened three years ago. He was smart enough to see that there was more to the official story, that just the Geth had invaded. He thought the vids were enough proof that there was something more, but apparently it wasn't good enough for the higher-ups. Now it was blowing up in their faces, as the Reapers had come in force. Palaven was under siege, and he was stuck here. His job now was dealing with the logistics of thousands of refugees, all with their own story about why they deserved housing. He felt terrible, of course, but they had to go about it in a smart way, they couldn't just open the gates for the flood of people. Some people were easy, they'd visited before or already had citizenship, and just had to renew their passes. Others had never been out of their system, barely seen an alien in their life. Mostly humans, who the Reapers seemed to love picking on the most. Watching any vid of Earth right now could tell you that, the planet was dark. Everyone was hurting, of course, his metallic ridges cringed whenever someone mentioned Palaven or anywhere in turian space. With a cluttering of his mandibles, Vexus let out a sigh, pointed teeth showing. The two, long fingers of each hand rubbed his temples, underneath the crest extending from his face. Finally there was some reprieve, as it seemed no more requests were coming in, for now anyway. Leaning his arms on the counter, he looked to the right to see a single human standing there, watching the hustle and bustle of the docks. She seemed young, and alone. Can I help you, miss? he asked, trying to keep a friendly tone, wondering why she might be standing at his desk and not waiting with her family.