Jesse De La Rosa/Espionage DB7
A red RT cab touched down on a presidium landing platform, in the shadow of the prodigious structure that is the Citadel Tower. As the door swung open, an automated voice called for payment. “That will be 53 credits…”
The stately dressed Commander Shepard materialized his omni-tool and swiped it over a dashboard panel, as Tali exited the vehicle before him. John shuffled over in his seat, and slid out - standing up just as the RT Cab’s door swung shut behind him. It’s engine buzzed and hummed as it pulled away from the ground and took off in search of its next fare.
As Shepard straightened out his clothing, gazing up at the far-reaching structure, Tali took a quick cursory look over his person. She eyed him from top to bottom, then shifted her sights behind him and in front.
“Where’s your cane?!” She asked, realizing before he did, that he didn’t have it with him.
“Aw, damn it!” He griped as he turned around and looked up towards the RT Cab, which at this point was little more than a dark red speck about to rejoin the river of air traffic.
“You left it on the cab, didn’t you?” Tali dictated more than she asked, as she crossed her arms and shook her head in disapproval.
“They gave that thing to me back at the hospital.” The Commander explained, as he waved his hand dismissively and turned back towards the tower. “I told them I didn’t need it. It’s no big deal, I’ll be fine.”
No response came from his future wife, approving or otherwise. When John turned to look at her, what he found was her voluptuous figure shaking her head, and glaring a hole right through him with her luminous eyes.
“Tali, it’s not as bad as it seems…” He assured, with a shrug and a crooked grin. “They’re a hospital. You go in for a splinter, and they wanna keep you overnight for observation. Come on, I’m fine.” He said, motioning for them to move forward with a tilt of his head.
“...You’re stubborn is what you are.” Tali griped under her breath, as she acquiesced, and the two proceeded to move forwards, towards the Tower’s main entrance. “Probably the most stubborn person I’ve ever met.”
No sooner had she said, when a blaring, gruff voice broke out. “Treaty violations are gonna be the least of your problems!” An irate, hulking mass of a krogan yelled into the the Tower foyer, as he stormed out of the entrance, in a frustrated, backwards huff. “You bunch of pyjaks aren’t gonna listen until you have another krogan rebellion on your hands!”
“Although, I could be wrong…” Tali muttered aloud, as she almost immediately recognized the voice and visage of her former squadmate.
The krogan vehemently abandoning the building, in a backwards fervor was donned in a set of burgundy armor, not unlike the type worn by members of the Blood Pack, except for the fact that it lacked the trademark fist-skull insignia. The armor was worn and battered. It was riddled with scrapes, scratches, dents, and pock marks in no small number – telltale signs that it was no stranger to battle. And matching the armor closely, both in color and in attrition, was the krogan’s own dark red osteoderm browplate. It was aged and blemished, showing the remnant scars and scratches of a thousand healed wounds over a century's long lifetime of conflict. As the krogan’s head turned a bit, his sneering pale-yellow face was revealed around his narrowed, scarlet eyes. The reptilian warrior breezed past the couple, so consumed with his aggravations that he didn’t even grant them a second glance.
“Wrex…?” Shepard queried, sounding more surprised than uncertain, as the krogan blindly marched forward. At the sound of his name, however, the armored combatant turned back and looked over the two figures with a cursory glance.
My name is Jesse De La Rosa - I've been a freelance graphic designer pretty much since I got out of high school. I've never had any formal schooling in my craft, but I've accumulated a fair amount of experience, coupled with a dash of natural talent, to become a fairly versatile graphic artist. My specialty is logotypes - but I also enjoy dabbling in creating wallpapers, movie posters, flyers, business cards, and occasionally websites. I do take commissions for logo work - my pricing depends on the complexity of your request. For more information on commissioning me for a logo I can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org or via note here on DA.
I am also the one... the only... Espionage DB7. Fan-Fiction writer extraordinaire! Okay, well maybe not extraordinaire, as I'm only responsible (as of this point) for one story series. Salvation: A Half-Life/Mass Effect Crossover A story that sees the paths of two legends of gaming intertwine, and follows them as they fight for galactic survival. My story is not all that well known, however I have accrued what I like to call a small cult following, or a group of "ELFs" (Extremely loyal fans) as my friend malovence is fond of saying. It is my hope to someday soon branch out into original writing works, and become a full fledged novelist, but for the time being I am extremely proud of Salvation - which is an ongoing series.
I hope you'll hang around my DeviantArt page a while and take a look at some of Jesse's graphic art, as well as read a bit of Espionage's writings. All are welcome, as is any feedback, good or bad Take care and hope to talk to you soon
Salvation Table of Contents: [Link]
Episode I Table of Contents: [Link]
Salvation: A Half-Life/Mass Effect Universe Fan Fiction [Completed]
Salvation - Episode I: The Taking of the Carmenta Illustria [Completed]
Salvation - Episode II: Lair of the Shadow Broker [In Progress]
Salvation - Episode III: Voices of a Distant Star [Still to Come]
Salvation - Episode IV: Into the Aperture [Still to Come]
Salvation II: Project Prometheus [Still to Come]
Current Residence: San Antonio, TX
Favourite genre of music: Varies
Operating System: None of your business
Shell of choice: shell?
Wallpaper of choice: Mostly made by me
Skin of choice: my own is fine.
Favourite cartoon character: Optimus Prime baby
Personal Quote: Challenge the Invincible, Change the Inevitable