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[I literally sat on your blog for the longest time staring at the pic you have of him and trying to figure out how to draw Salarians :P nevertread-dalen

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          “A good kid who’s seen too much shit. He’s got a better understanding of the galaxy than most soldiers… I respect him.”

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          “Dalen… Is it just me or does everyone on the station seem a little antsy?”

[murder meme] Dalen hadn’t known the admiral all that well, but he knew a good man when he saw one.  So when he’d found the man that had reduced him to a bloody pile of useless flesh, the salarian made certain not to call C-Sec, or at least not right away.  He wanted to have his way with the bastard first, before anyone else got to touch him.

It only took about an hour or so before Dalen stepped back from his activity and gave the proper authorities a ring.  ”And you may want to send an ambulance,” he added after giving them the appropriate information, glancing down at the bruised, broken, bleeding, and then some heap on the ground barely clinging to life at his feet.  He paused for them to speak.  ”Yes, yes.  He fell down some stairs.”

— nevertread-dalen: Dalen's instinctive gut reaction was to spin around and throw a fist into the face of whoever had come up behind him. It was only afterwards that he recognized said face, and proceeded into the process of convincing himself he was probably hallucinating.

My muse is dead, and your muse is visiting their grave 3 years later. My muse walks up behind yours and says “I’m sorry”. How does your muse react?

          The ex-Admiral let himself get punched. These days his body was so slow and broken that trying to avoid the salarian’s punch would only do more damage then actually taking the hit. Pain exploded in his jaw and he groaned under the force of the hit. “I guess I deserved that.”

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((YOU ARE POPULAR BECAUSE YOUR HACKETT IS AWEOME))

[*DIES OF HAPPINESS* I DON’T SEE IT. BUT THANK YOU YOU <3 ] 

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“Oh!  Um, do you have… um, the long sandwiches?” Dalen asked, holding his hands about a foot apart as means of explanation.  "Because if so, I want one of those.  Actually, I want like four of those.  If you only have regular sandwiches, five of those would be fantastic…"  Smiling sheepishly, he added, “I’ve been referred to by friends as a walking garbage disposal.  I just kind of inhale food.”  He sighed.  "And yet as much as I eat, I still can’t break a hundred pounds.  It’s very difficult to be seen as threatening at this size…”

          Nodding his head, Hackett placed the order and leaned back in his chair. The change in the salarian was almost breathtaking, and Hackett made a mental note to himself to keep a steady supply of food close by whenever Dalen was there. His lips twisted into a smile and he offered a sympathetic murmur for the operative. It must be hard being a biotic, and the admiral was glad that he wasn’t one. As much as he admired and respected biotics, he just wasn’t sure he was cut out for such a life. “I agree that it’s difficult to see you as much of a threat; however, that’s where your power lies.” He rolled his shoulders in a good-natured shrug. “Kill them before they have time to realize that just because you’re half their size doesn’t mean you won’t hurt them.”

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