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“The composition of this piece is exquisite with brilliant shading and colours that draw your eyes to the primary focus of the painting; the large earth lizard with a turian face and stunted turian arms, along with an exquisitely detailed plumage of feathers along its dorsal area. The faces of its soon to be victims, a pair of humans, a salarian, an asari and disappointingly a krogan are express the appropriate amount of terror for their situation as they flee annihilation in an aesthetically pleasing jungle under a sharply contrasting sunset sky. If the artist understood krogan a bit better, they would know that he would stood and fought valiantly until either he or the beast have perished; one simply has to ask a krogan about how they react to harvesters and thresher maws and other wildlife, and the answer will always be the same: How big is my gun?
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A prefabricated garage comes into view with no small amount of sand on the floor, kept as contained as possible in piles as evidenced by the clearly visible broom marks against the concrete floor, and bays for 4 vehicles, 2 of which are occupied by large-wheeled trucks with side steps and mesh net doors hooked to the frames with carabiners. The video focuses on a woman with a high ponytail, tied into a messy bun with a well-worn and thin handled socket wrench and errant stands of dark hair running down her brow.
She’s young, in her late teens, and her wide grey eyes don’t even notice the camera as she is transfixed on a small single-seater buggy with a skeletal metal frame, carefully spray painted cobalt blue, and on a wheeled table is an assortment of tools and engine parts from the rear mounted engine. She sits on an adjustable wheeled stool, and tied about her waist is her coveralls, her arms and torn t-shirt featuring a band logo are covered in grease and carbon fouling, but it’s clear she’s into a project she’s passionate about. A cheap music player sits on a toolbox, a holographic interface showing it’s tuned into her music player, ever lovingly clipped to her belt and covered with epoxy-sealed cracks and a jury-rigged wiring assembly to a battery harness. Heavy synth guitars and a pounding double drum are reaching a crescendo, the band all too familiar.
The camera man speaks with an off-English accent, “There she is! The famed Tanya Carson, champion of the Third Annual Scott Rally! Can she pull it off again with a victory this year? That determination, that iron will to win! Look as she’s absorbed in her work, this lair of hers where she forgets what day it is!”
Tanya looks up and grins. “Oh fuck off, Gary. There were four other racers last year. This year, there’s 15. It’s not hard to win when you’re one of the six people in town who are trained mechanics.” she said, patting her dune buggy affectionately. "I know my machines better than they ever will."
“And humble, too! Tell me, miss Carson, number 3 and returning champion, how do you plan on celebrating your birthday?”
Tanya’s grin faded and her eyes widened before she tilted her head back with a greasy palm that covered her face, leaving black finger smudges that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a military promo reel, and embarrassed chuckle escaped her throat.
“I totally forgot that was today. I just woke up and came out here, there’s lots of prep left, hell… my engine is still in 13 fucking pieces, and… shit.” She smiled apologetically, getting up from her stool and grabbing a rag from a nearby bin, scrubbing her hands. “What would I do without you? I trust you have some big surprise planned, just like last year? You remember Lemmy, that dumbass lemur you bought me that fleed within three hours and escaped into the desert?” Tanya said, walking over and leaning behind the camera, kissing Gary on the cheek. “Thanks for remembering, love. It’s your fault for introducing me to racing, you dashing bastard.”
Gary laughed. “Oh, Lemmy. Maybe he started a cult with the brown-coated dillos… or he died of exposure. Either way, he was a wanker who didn’t know true beauty when he saw it! Now, Tanya, you have to make yourself somewhat presentable. Hakim’s taking both of us out for lunch at that fancy Polish-Iranian restaurant that was founded by that hoarse-voiced asshole from the tele, you know, the guy who keeps getting awards for his cooking but he screams at everyone on his shows like he’s got a jackboot up his arse?”
Tanya rolled her eyes but grinned widely. “It’s only my favorite place to eat out of 8 restaurants in this little neighbourhood of ours. I wonder if Johan what’shisface’s going to make one of the cooks cry again…” she smiled warmly, still cleaning her hands on the dirty rag. “Maybe we should all show up one day after doing a major rebuild without tidying up just to see if we can make him choke to death on his own rage spit. Alright, well, let me lock up here and I’ll head home right after.”
Tanya tossed the now bundled rag towards a bin like she was making a basketball shot and it land in the bin with a heavy thunk. Balling her fist in victory, Tanya turned to head for the change room.
“Tanya.” Gary said, the camera shifting lower. His hand came into the frame, holding a small wooden container, the lid hinged open. Tanya turned, her jaw dropping in surprise, and she rushed to cover her mouth as the tears started to form in her eyes. “Oh my god… Gary…”
“So, marry me, you oily sex goddess?” He asked.
Tanya rushed over, flinging her arms around him, sniffing loudly. “What took you so damn long?” she asked.
“You know, 18, age of consent, didn’t want your mum to have the legal right to lynch mob me, and-"
“Oh, shut the fuck up and kiss me.” Tanya said, her face coming into frame moments later. Tears ran down her face unimpeded, but the joy on her face was unmistakable. “I guess I don’t have an excuse to forget my birthday now, eh?”
“Happy birthday, Tanya.”
“I love you, Gary… I don’t want this moment to end. Like, frame it on a wall or something.” She said, taking the box and pulling the ring out of the box. The ring had the dark grey ring of tungsten and ironwood, the set piece was amber. It slipped onto her finger, getting suck part way up to her finger’s pip joint on the intermediate phalange. Still, she smiled and held it up to the light like it was a perfect fit. “Maybe we can start something new and I’ll just wear it on my pinky? It’s beautiful.”
“Cue smooth comment, ‘so are you’.” Gary replied, placing his hand for Tanya to take. “But I mean it. Ever since I met you, I knew there would be no one else. I need you, now and forever. I love you, Tanya Carson.”
“I love you too, Gary.” Tanya said, her eyes moving between the ring and Gary. “So, fiancé, how much premarital sex do you think we can knock out before we storm the altar?”
“Let’s find out.”
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From: T
Hey, I know you won’t be seeing this until after we get back with new bullet holes on the Borealis, but I could use a night out with somebody who’s not going to stare at my ass or tits the whole time. Want to go make some regrettable life choices?
-T
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