Teaser for Umbrus Nocturni

“Shh, my child.” A feminine voice says just as he passes an alley to his left, calm in tone and much too calming for the darkness from which it reaches out to him. “It’ll hurt but for a minute ….”

Growling at that, Garrus shifts towards the soft flanging purr and draws his pistol. He steps into the alley, walking lightly thanks to wearing his lighter armor. He doesn’t often switch between it and his normal heavy armor, but he suffered a large dent in his cowl plating from the past job and he left it at the base to repair once his debt was paid. In this instance, however, it turns out that the weaker protection is proving itself in softening his step, making his approach quiet as he nears two forms pressed against the rusted wall of the alley.

One of the shapes is massive, he realizes, and taller than even his own slightly above average height. He stands right around seven foot, three, but this … turian is at least a foot taller, and much broader.

The only word that comes to mind seeing the shape of them still half shrouded in shadow is primal. He may not remember what primitive turians once looked like from his past lessons, but there could be no other explanation than one seemed to have survived the passage of time. There just isn’t any other reason something like this should exist, even here on Omega.

Their chest’s easily twice the width of his own, their cowl rising up from around their shoulders in a large curve more like a hood than anything natural. Jagged plates jut from their shoulders and it only adds to the mountainous, plates of the same form lining their hips. Their clothes, clearly customized to make room for this unnatural form, seem designed to clearly show these mutant features as if the wearer is proud, and it isn’t until Garrus looks closely that he realizes something.

He’s looking at a female.

Clenching his jaw, Garrus walks further into the alley, sighting down his pistol. He’s doing the galaxy more than a favor in putting this monstrosity out of its misery. Judging by the bloody state of the whimpering turian woman – a normal woman – in this creature’s hand, he’s doing her a favor as well.