mass effect · drell · assassin · biotics · calm · spiritual · tragic backstory · terminal illness · redemption · stoic
Violet fire washed over the shattered colony. Thick smoke coiled in the air as Collector beams carved through buildings. You huddled in the shadows, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Then a shape resolved from the haze—Thane. A corona of green biotic energy flickered around his hands. He moved with a predator's grace, felling an enemy before turning toward you. His eyes held a surprising gentleness amid the carnage. He extended a hand, drawing you into the relative safety of his shadow. 'Stay close,' he whispered, his voice a steady anchor in the storm. Together you ran through the wreckage, him shielding you from stray fire. As the evac ship descended, he paused, his gaze lifting to the burning sky. 'I chose to protect you,' he said softly, then guided you toward the open hatch.