A warehouse, Zesentis, Palaven

Besyr looked around him and smiled.  

Around him was a small group of men whom were loyal to him and his cause.  A group that was steadily growing:  he was already getting word of support from among the Tyranors that were on Digeris.  Besyr knew that for those on Digeris, it would be best if they moved house before Jorox returned there.  Eventually, he knew he would have to return there himself, as that was where most of Jorox’s loyal supporters would be.

He just wished Elpida had stuck around, but he supposed she got what she needed from him to help Mylos go into hiding.  She didn’t know it, but he didn’t give her a full ‘list’ of Jorox’s contacts:  the ones he withheld from her he knew he could turn to his side easily and it would be a waste to expose them to the government.  It was probably best she left anyway, for her presence made some of the men uncomfortable, not to mention hanging around him likely made her superiors uncomfortable as well, considering their history.  

Last he heard Elpida was working on getting herself assigned to a ‘babysitting’ job anyway, Mylos’ adopted father in fact.  A good thing, he felt, as Jorox no doubt would try to target Panus at some point and there was no guarantee Besyr would have enough men in time to stop it himself.  At the very least, Beus volunteered to stay with the Tyranors to act as a mole, so if such a strike was imminent, he could warn the proper authorities, or even Eplida, himself.  For now though, he had to focus on organizing and building his own forces.

“Boss, a question,” one of his new recruits asked.

“Yes?” Besyr responded, turning toward the younger turian.

“Why are we focusing on the Tyranors, rather than the government?  Both gangs have the same goals….”

Besyr flinched at the word ‘gang’: he hated that term, for it was not what they were.  “Because there is no room for two ‘revolutions’ going at the same time,” Besyr explained.  “Right now, Jorox, and by extension, the Tyranors, operate using terrorist and fear tactics.  Tactics that will not, and have not, put them in a favorable eye with the public.  We, the Discord Dominion, will not be using such tactics and by going after the Tyranors first, we will be put in a more favorable position for the government to listen to us.”

“Ah, a more gentle approach, like Ralus?” another member said.

“In a way, yes, but first, we need to remove the competition.  When Jorox is gone, the rest of Tyranors will either disband or join us.  Then, we can start our own, revolution.”

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The Academy, Cipritine, Palaven

For most turians, lying is not an easy thing to do, Mylos being no exception.  So when the rumor started going around that he was going to be leaving, Mylos felt uncomfortable confirming the rumor by telling he was going to a flight school.  Granted, it wasn’t a complete lie, but there were enough untruths in his statements that he felt like a very bad turian, even if he did so because his very life was at stake.

Perhaps what was harder though was the knowledge that he would be soon leaving those he had gotten to know behind.  That feeling came on even stronger when the day finally arrived and he was waiting in the shuttle bay for his shuttle to arrive.  A number of people came to see him off, including a number of students whose lives he saved when the Academy was attacked.

“It’s not going to be the same without a more experienced turian student walking around here,” Aertus was telling him.  “You were a big help during your stay here, even if you did hate it.”

“Was I that obvious in my distain for security details?” Mylos said with a smirk.

Aertus chuckled at that.  “Quite.  But someone like you does belong in the sky, Mylos.  You show those other wannabes how it’s done, you hear?”

“I will do my best, sir.”

“Mylos,” Oneus said, approaching him.  “I hope you keep up with your biotic training while at flight school.”

“Oh, I intend to, Instructor,” Mylos said.  “And I will keep trying to figure out a way to use biotics and fly at the same time.”

“Good to hear.  It was…refreshing…to have an opened minded student in my class.  I’m going to miss that.”

“I’m sure you will find another someday, Instructor.”

“I hope so.  I enjoyed our little brainstorming sessions.” He patted him on the shoulder. “You take care of yourself, Mylos.”

“I will.”

“Hey, Mylos.”  Mylos turned to see Faesus.

“Faesus, aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”  Mylos teased.

“Fuck, class…this is more important,” Faesus said.  “I…I wanted to thank you, for setting me straight.  Because of you, I actually care about my future now and know what I want to aim for.”

“Which is?”

“I want to go into the police force, to use my biotics to help take down the bad guys, like those Tyranor bastards that attacked us.”

“I’m sure you’ll make a fine police officer, Faesus,” Mylos said with a smile.  “Just keep your nose clean and I’m sure you’ll get there.”

“Thanks, Mylos.  You take care of yourself.  Maybe…someday we will see each other again.”

“Maybe.”   Mylos had his doubts, considering he had no idea how long this pseudo ‘exile’ is going to last.

Major Sethia was the last one and the first thing she did was hug him.  He did this best to return it, considering he still had an arm in a cast.  “May the spirits watch over you, Mylos,” Sethia said.  “I am certain Lusca will be.”

“Yeah…,” Mylos said, feeling a tinge of sadness at her name.  “What will you do now, Major?”

“Continue working on going after the bastard that killed her,” Sethia growled.  “And so many others.  You, stay safe and out of that man’s claws.”

“I will do my best, ma’am.”

His shuttle arrived then and he was a bit surprised to see Agent Thesis step out of it.  “Hello, Mylos,” Thesis said.  “Let me help you load your bags.”

“No offense, sir, but I can handle the few bags I have.”

“Not if you’re only available hand is busy holding a phone.”

“Huh?”

“There is someone that wants to talk to you, desperately.” Thesis held out a phone to him, a smug look on his face.  “You won’t get to talk long, so…make the most of it.”

Mylos hesitated slightly before taking the phone and putting it to his ear.  “H-hello?”

~Mylos…is that you?~  a female voice said, one, in the deepest pits of his mind, he knew.

“M-mother?”  His mind was awash with not images, but emotions, happy ones.  Emotions felt from a time all but forgotten.

~Oh, my son…you ‘do’ remember me….~ her voice was a mix of sorrow and relief.

“Your voice…just your voice…,” Mylos said, his voice cracking.  “I can’t remember your face, or anything else.”

~That bastard took so much from you…from us…he will pay someday.~ There was a moment’s pause before she spoke again.  ~There is so much I want to tell you, my son, but we don’t have time.  I will tell you this:  I made a lot of mistakes in my life, but keeping you was not one of them.  You were the reason I started to turn away from a life of crime, Mylos.  Gave me a reason to think of someone other than myself.~

Mylos saw that Thesis was signaling him to end it.  Already? he thought, sadly.  “Mother…I-I need to go.  I…I hope to see you someday.”

~As do I,~ there was a lot of regret in her voice.  ~You stay alive, Mylos, you hear me?  If there is one thing I want, it is to be able to hold you in my arms once more before I leave this life.~

“I’ll do my best, mother…I…I love you.”  It felt a bit odd saying that to someone he barely remembered, but it also felt very right.

~I love you too, my son.~

He ended the call and gave the phone back to Thesis.  After nodding to Thesis in thanks, he boarded the shuttle with a heavy heart, but also a hopeful one.  As the shuttle took off, he reflected on his life: the ups, the downs and the twists.  He knew most of his origins, though some element of mystery still surrounded it.  The details though, didn’t seem so important to him now, however, as he had to think about his future, though a future that was still uncertain due to Jorox.

So much of his life was a result of that man’s actions.  Where would he be now if Jorox hadn’t shot him?  Didn’t blackmail Arsenus into destroying the Tantupe and himself?  Would he be the same man as he is now?  Probably not, he thought with a sigh.

That was the past, however: it was useless to speculate on things that may or may not have been and unlike Jorox, Mylos knew when to let bygones, be bygones.