I am the Asari Councilor, Tevos. I reside and work on the Citadel, and I hope to ensure utmost diplomacy between the races of the Terminus System. Questions and suggestions are welcomed, but threats on my life, my colleagues' lives, or the lives of any resident on the Citadel will not be tolerated.
“Perhaps I could fit you for a commando uniform? Act as if you are my niece?” She cannot help but smile at her daughter’s antics, shaking her head.
“I think it would be safer for me to pretend to be your niece.” She pauses, thinking. “I could always just take my old name again. Y’know, ‘Liselle Rani’. I’d only come up as dead if they arrested me or something, and I’m not gonna give them a reason to.”
“Yes, that is probably the safest idea.” Tevos replies, a small nod of her head accompanying her words. “And I am glad to hear you say that, what with your father’s reputation and all.”
“…It happened again? Did you happen to catch the name of the officer(s) who escorted you out? I will certainly have a word with their superiors.”
"No, and it’s almost always different people. Do I have a sign on my back that says ‘I’m dangerous, please harass me’ or something?” She actually tries to look at her back, turning in a tight circle as she does. “Seriously, that’s what it feels like. I’d tell them why I’m there but, y’know … I can’t do that.”
“Perhaps I could fit you for a commando uniform? Act as if you are my niece?” She cannot help but smile at her daughter’s antics, shaking her head.
“C-Sec officers need to learn to keep their noses out of things that are obviously not a threat. Getting driven away from Mom’s office for the umpteenth time because I look suspicious somehow is annoying.”
”…It happened again? Did you happen to catch the name of the officer(s) who escorted you out? I will certainly have a word with their superiors.“
Anonymous inquired: Excuse me madam, but I have a request to ask of you. Could I devour some of your flesh? I was told that pure blood Asari meat is one of the most delectable foods in the galaxy. Not to mention that your skin seems so nice and tender.
“C-Sec officers will be at your door any moment, sir/madam. Do not be alarmed, as they are merely escorting you to a mental health facility ward in Huerta Memorial Hospital so you may have your sanity examined.”
“For your information, I do plan on reporting this IP address to C-Sec if this harassment continues. I have asked nicely several times, but I will bring Johnny Law into it if need be.”
