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I'm sorry, I don't quite understand you. All applications are to be PMed to me rather than posted in the thread.Joccaren said:
1. I thought that all of these characters were supposed to be Specters, I believe thats just a misunderstanding on my part.CounterAttack said:
2. Alright, how about this,
Name: Alexander Hannibal York
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: York is to the casual observer a more or less average looking human. He is slightly above average height and of a muscular build. He is a Caucasian with darker than usual skin and a tattoo on his left bicep that reads "INTO THE BREACH". His is dark brown and cut into a High and Tight style revealing the majority of a scar that runs diagonally from below his right eye to the crown of his head.
Personality: While York is was very warm with his platoon he has always been very professional with those he is not acquainted with to the point of being considered cold to others. Despite this he is often thought well of because even though he can be cold to others, he is very helpful to others with their problems, even if he doesn't act cheery about it. He is also a rarity in humanity in that he reserves religious convictions, though of a more personal kind than in days gone by.
Profession: Former Alliance Navy Special Operative, resigned at the end of his term after the death of his platoon.
Talent: Highly able biotic, also specializes in the use of mid/long range and single shot weapons though is exceptionally proficient with Pistols as well. While only slightly better than most special operations forces in accord with strength, marksmanship, ext, York's true strength that elevates him to such incredible status is his strategic thinking and tenacity. He has more than once commanded small platoon sized forces against battalion sized enemy forces and came out the victor. Also has experience piloting small craft.
Possessions: York prefers the middle road approach to combat armor preferring Mid-weight colossus armor and goes without a helmet for better visibility and easier recognition by allies. York typically carries the M-96 Mattock rifle and the M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol. He also carries a reproduction model KA-BAR knife both for good luck and the occasional CQB situation.
Biography: Alexander Hannibal York was born to a middle class family on earth in 2156. His parents were both ex-Alliance, his mother a Naval Gunnery Officer, his father an Infantry Officer. He was raised to believe that whenever one saw something wrong it was their duty and privilege to do something to correct it. This trait manifested itself even in childhood with multiple trips to his schools principle for beating bullies into submission, and the occasional trip the nurse when he tried to fight one much older than he was. Despite these behavioral "mishaps" York had a good school record typically being in good standing both with teachers and academically. As a child he picked up shooting from his father and came to win many local competitions for it.
At the age of 16 York began to show signs of Biotic talents. He saw this as a great opportunity and volunteered to be trained by the Alliance Military to hone his abilities. Here he excelled despite the harsh environment, though there were many biotics more powerful than he was, he often used his abilities much more effectively, aiding him to graduate at the top of his class. He went on the the Alliance Naval Academy to gain his commission. Here he performed much as in Biotics Training. While not the most book smart, the strongest, or the best shot, he used what abilities he had to the greatest possible advantage. This lead him to becoming a Cadet Officer in record time. As a Officer at the academy he routinely lead his unit to victory in every competition imaginable whether it be academic bowls, or simulated combat.
After graduating in 2176 York was selected to join the Alliance Marine Force Recon unit. After completing training he was assigned to a platoon operating on the far edge of the Terminus systems. This gave opportunity for much "hands on experience". On his first mission his Platoon was assigned to raid an enemy stronghold on a uncharted planet to capture a local terrorist leader. As the platoon secured it's LZ his Platoon's CO was killed by a Sniper and York was forced to command his platoon for the duration of the mission. Despite the death of his CO he managed to lead his men to complete their objective. For his actions he was awarded a medal for Valor and promoted to 1st Lieutenant.
His career seemed to be going nowhere but up but a tragedy would cause his life to go in a totally unexpected direction. In 2185 at the rank of Staff Commander he was leading largely the same platoon he began with nearly a decade before. During a drop on the same barren world near the edge of the Terminus Systems where then Lieutenant York first assumed command, Commander York now found himself in the same position as his long dead CO. The mission was very similar, the capture of a local terror cell leader. This time however things did not go in York's favor. The moment he left his landing craft a anti-vehicle round slammed into its rear, ripping it from end to end. York, now with shrapnel peppering his back, was captured by the terrorists he was sent to apprehend. He was held captive for four days until he was rescued by another team from his battalion.
Partially due to his own nature, and partially due to the fact his platoon was basically his family, York sank into a deep depression. At the end of his term he retired from the Marines after almost a decade of exemplary service. That was two months ago. Now he has found a new purpose, a way to redeem his honor, on the Steadfast.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: York is to the casual observer a more or less average looking human. He is slightly above average height and of a muscular build. He is a Caucasian with darker than usual skin and a tattoo on his left bicep that reads "INTO THE BREACH". His is dark brown and cut into a High and Tight style revealing the majority of a scar that runs diagonally from below his right eye to the crown of his head.
Personality: While York is was very warm with his platoon he has always been very professional with those he is not acquainted with to the point of being considered cold to others. Despite this he is often thought well of because even though he can be cold to others, he is very helpful to others with their problems, even if he doesn't act cheery about it. He is also a rarity in humanity in that he reserves religious convictions, though of a more personal kind than in days gone by.
Profession: Former Alliance Navy Special Operative, resigned at the end of his term after the death of his platoon.
Talent: Highly able biotic, also specializes in the use of mid/long range and single shot weapons though is exceptionally proficient with Pistols as well. While only slightly better than most special operations forces in accord with strength, marksmanship, ext, York's true strength that elevates him to such incredible status is his strategic thinking and tenacity. He has more than once commanded small platoon sized forces against battalion sized enemy forces and came out the victor. Also has experience piloting small craft.
Possessions: York prefers the middle road approach to combat armor preferring Mid-weight colossus armor and goes without a helmet for better visibility and easier recognition by allies. York typically carries the M-96 Mattock rifle and the M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol. He also carries a reproduction model KA-BAR knife both for good luck and the occasional CQB situation.
Biography: Alexander Hannibal York was born to a middle class family on earth in 2156. His parents were both ex-Alliance, his mother a Naval Gunnery Officer, his father an Infantry Officer. He was raised to believe that whenever one saw something wrong it was their duty and privilege to do something to correct it. This trait manifested itself even in childhood with multiple trips to his schools principle for beating bullies into submission, and the occasional trip the nurse when he tried to fight one much older than he was. Despite these behavioral "mishaps" York had a good school record typically being in good standing both with teachers and academically. As a child he picked up shooting from his father and came to win many local competitions for it.
At the age of 16 York began to show signs of Biotic talents. He saw this as a great opportunity and volunteered to be trained by the Alliance Military to hone his abilities. Here he excelled despite the harsh environment, though there were many biotics more powerful than he was, he often used his abilities much more effectively, aiding him to graduate at the top of his class. He went on the the Alliance Naval Academy to gain his commission. Here he performed much as in Biotics Training. While not the most book smart, the strongest, or the best shot, he used what abilities he had to the greatest possible advantage. This lead him to becoming a Cadet Officer in record time. As a Officer at the academy he routinely lead his unit to victory in every competition imaginable whether it be academic bowls, or simulated combat.
After graduating in 2176 York was selected to join the Alliance Marine Force Recon unit. After completing training he was assigned to a platoon operating on the far edge of the Terminus systems. This gave opportunity for much "hands on experience". On his first mission his Platoon was assigned to raid an enemy stronghold on a uncharted planet to capture a local terrorist leader. As the platoon secured it's LZ his Platoon's CO was killed by a Sniper and York was forced to command his platoon for the duration of the mission. Despite the death of his CO he managed to lead his men to complete their objective. For his actions he was awarded a medal for Valor and promoted to 1st Lieutenant.
His career seemed to be going nowhere but up but a tragedy would cause his life to go in a totally unexpected direction. In 2185 at the rank of Staff Commander he was leading largely the same platoon he began with nearly a decade before. During a drop on the same barren world near the edge of the Terminus Systems where then Lieutenant York first assumed command, Commander York now found himself in the same position as his long dead CO. The mission was very similar, the capture of a local terror cell leader. This time however things did not go in York's favor. The moment he left his landing craft a anti-vehicle round slammed into its rear, ripping it from end to end. York, now with shrapnel peppering his back, was captured by the terrorists he was sent to apprehend. He was held captive for four days until he was rescued by another team from his battalion.
Partially due to his own nature, and partially due to the fact his platoon was basically his family, York sank into a deep depression. At the end of his term he retired from the Marines after almost a decade of exemplary service. That was two months ago. Now he has found a new purpose, a way to redeem his honor, on the Steadfast.
Sorry, I did not see that stated anywhere. I will PM you my Bio once I am finished (Unless we are meant to apply before creating a Bio, in which case I did not see that stated either). It may unfortunately take a couple of hours, I have to head off to work soon, but it should be done sometime tomorrow at the latest, and once again sorry that I missed where you requested for us to PM you our applications instead of posting them here.CounterAttack said:
Alright, people, it's time to get this started up. Good luck to all... myself included.
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Omega... the translation of its turian name was 'world without law'. One of the biggest snake pits in the Terminus Systems: no, the entire galaxy. Many came to the giant space station in the Omega Nebula hoping to find some form of freedom from their societies, or perhaps find an undiscovered gem among the seven million inhabitants and their mercenary gangs, crime syndicates and countless other organisations.
They could not be more wrong. Many who enter the lawless asteroid do not make it out alive. Omega is practically a warzone: street gangs, thugs and criminals rule the entire station. Land changes hands in brutal firefights, and only the strong truly survive.
There was no "Paradise" on this godforsaken rock. There never has been.
The turian Spectre Recarius Kallidan reflected on these thoughts as he made the final arrangements to the rented apartment to best suit the needs of the meeting. Soundproofing barrier curtains had been set up and activated by his quarian companion minutes earlier, casting a faint silvery-blue glow over the whole apartment. Closed-circuit cameras in each corner recorded everything in the room from five different angles. Recarius knew that at least some people he had messaged were skilled technicians: he could take no chances with his precautions. As such, there was nothing wireless about his set-up; everything, even the cameras and barriers, was wired up to a central hub underneath his couch. Thus no external force could tamper with anything, nor could they eavesdrop on his conversations.
Taking a seat in the center of the room, which was a simple affair of two couches facing one another across a circular table, Recarius assumed a relaxed position... but he could never be too careful. As such, he was fully armed and armoured, with one hand casually resting on the butt of his M-6 Carnifex Hand Cannon, which he had extended beforehand in case he needed to take a snap-shot at an intruder.
"And now we wait," he mused to himself, knowing Jira wouldn't be able to hear him through the soundproofing. She would open the door when someone was here to see him. Who would answer his call? Many had been investigated, though only time would tell who would take up on the opportunity to become part of a Spectre's team. In his time training to be an agent of the Council, Recarius had learned the virtue of patience well. The future members of his team would arrive sooner or later. Preferably sooner.
It was a somewhat difficult life these days. Spectres were dying all across the galaxy: the Council had entrusted Recarius and two others, the names of whom he did not know in order to preserve security of the mission, with finding out why. The geth had been purged from Council Space and the Attican Traverse in the aftermath of the short-lived Battle of the Citadel. The various mercenary groups were too scattered and disorganised to cause such organised, precise deaths. The enigmatic Collectors had been proven to have no hand in this phenomenon by a series of thorough investigations. And Commander Shepard, one of the few who could have delivered a swift report to the Council, was dead. The matter was in the hands of lesser known Spectres... but that didn't mean they weren't some of the best the Council commanded.
This was why the turian had to recruit his team. Many of the now-deceased Council agents had operated alone, making them easy pickings for assassins or larger groups of fighters. A band of followers theoretically prevented this, but it needed to be tested in practice before such judgements could be properly confirmed. Recarius was the guinea-pig, but he would not fail the Council. He had never done so in his career as a Spectre, and that wasn't about to change.
And now we wait.
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Jira'Kilaye nar Chatani, one of the few biotic quarians in existence, was casually leaning up against the doorway outside the medium-quality apartment. She had chosen to don her cloak for the occasion, wrapping it around herself to secure a little extra warmth. Not that it was really necessary, though; a 'day' on Omega was of decent enough temperature, provided the building's air-conditioning hadn't been torn apart by the landlord or a wandering merc looking to have a little fun.
Jira had looked over the profiles of the people Recarius had wanted to recruit for his investigation. Many were skilled fighters, though the talents of some lay in non-combative professions. Already she could see people arriving. A trio of humans, geared up for a fight. She noticed that each of them carried different brands of assault rifle, though they wore similarly designed heavy combat armour. Jira opted to wait until the group approached her for confirmation of their identity. They soon did so.
"This the place?" one of the humans asked in a rude tone of voice.
"Well, that depends on what you're here for," was Jira's simple response, just waiting for them to slip up. None of them resembled any of the humans Recarius had considered. Looking them up and down behind her helmet, she saw that the colour of their armour, while black and green in most places, hid a few blue and white patches underneath the cover-up. Jira recognised the colour scheme: they were Blue Suns mercs looking to infiltrate the meeting.
"The Spectre meeting. We want in on it," the speaker explained. "Simple as that. Now if you'll just let us by..."
"Not without knowing who and what you are," Jira quickly retorted. "If you are here at the Spectre's request, I would know you. And none of you look familiar." They had erred sooner than she had expected; green recruits, probably. Annoyed that someone not on the list had showed up for the meeting, Jira began to gather dark energy about her in the way she practiced every day. She could feel its power coursing through her, and smiled behind her helmet's mask. She was getting stronger every time.
"This isn't a negotiation," the speaker snapped, raising his gun. The others followed suit, all three aiming at Jira's chest. "We're going in there, and you won't stop us -"
The man's threat was interrupted by a scream as Jira delivered a straight-arm punch to the air between her and her adversaries. Within a split-second of the action, the biotic build-up in her body discharged with a muted whumph of sound. The three men were catapulted back down the hallway, thrown head over heels by Jira's biotic attack. Hurt as a result of landing heavily, they left in a hurry, having lost their weapons as they flew through the air. Jira heard one of them yelling at their leader, "What the hell was that?" as the trio ran. Clearly the man had never seen a biotic before.
Amused by the human's ignorance, the quarian collected up their rifles and stacked them near the door. When finished, she began to consult her omni-tool, bringing up a list of the possible recruits to whom Recarius had sent messages via private extranet channels or a hired courier. Many of them had been found all over the galaxy through Recarius's contacts and information brokers with whom he was on friendly terms; others had been found on Omega or the Citadel and thus were easily contacted.
"Note to self: Advise Recarius that Blue Suns mercenaries may attempt an assault on our meeting room," she said to the device, an amused smirk on her face behind her helmet.
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Omega... the translation of its turian name was 'world without law'. One of the biggest snake pits in the Terminus Systems: no, the entire galaxy. Many came to the giant space station in the Omega Nebula hoping to find some form of freedom from their societies, or perhaps find an undiscovered gem among the seven million inhabitants and their mercenary gangs, crime syndicates and countless other organisations.
They could not be more wrong. Many who enter the lawless asteroid do not make it out alive. Omega is practically a warzone: street gangs, thugs and criminals rule the entire station. Land changes hands in brutal firefights, and only the strong truly survive.
There was no "Paradise" on this godforsaken rock. There never has been.
The turian Spectre Recarius Kallidan reflected on these thoughts as he made the final arrangements to the rented apartment to best suit the needs of the meeting. Soundproofing barrier curtains had been set up and activated by his quarian companion minutes earlier, casting a faint silvery-blue glow over the whole apartment. Closed-circuit cameras in each corner recorded everything in the room from five different angles. Recarius knew that at least some people he had messaged were skilled technicians: he could take no chances with his precautions. As such, there was nothing wireless about his set-up; everything, even the cameras and barriers, was wired up to a central hub underneath his couch. Thus no external force could tamper with anything, nor could they eavesdrop on his conversations.
Taking a seat in the center of the room, which was a simple affair of two couches facing one another across a circular table, Recarius assumed a relaxed position... but he could never be too careful. As such, he was fully armed and armoured, with one hand casually resting on the butt of his M-6 Carnifex Hand Cannon, which he had extended beforehand in case he needed to take a snap-shot at an intruder.
"And now we wait," he mused to himself, knowing Jira wouldn't be able to hear him through the soundproofing. She would open the door when someone was here to see him. Who would answer his call? Many had been investigated, though only time would tell who would take up on the opportunity to become part of a Spectre's team. In his time training to be an agent of the Council, Recarius had learned the virtue of patience well. The future members of his team would arrive sooner or later. Preferably sooner.
It was a somewhat difficult life these days. Spectres were dying all across the galaxy: the Council had entrusted Recarius and two others, the names of whom he did not know in order to preserve security of the mission, with finding out why. The geth had been purged from Council Space and the Attican Traverse in the aftermath of the short-lived Battle of the Citadel. The various mercenary groups were too scattered and disorganised to cause such organised, precise deaths. The enigmatic Collectors had been proven to have no hand in this phenomenon by a series of thorough investigations. And Commander Shepard, one of the few who could have delivered a swift report to the Council, was dead. The matter was in the hands of lesser known Spectres... but that didn't mean they weren't some of the best the Council commanded.
This was why the turian had to recruit his team. Many of the now-deceased Council agents had operated alone, making them easy pickings for assassins or larger groups of fighters. A band of followers theoretically prevented this, but it needed to be tested in practice before such judgements could be properly confirmed. Recarius was the guinea-pig, but he would not fail the Council. He had never done so in his career as a Spectre, and that wasn't about to change.
And now we wait.
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Jira'Kilaye nar Chatani, one of the few biotic quarians in existence, was casually leaning up against the doorway outside the medium-quality apartment. She had chosen to don her cloak for the occasion, wrapping it around herself to secure a little extra warmth. Not that it was really necessary, though; a 'day' on Omega was of decent enough temperature, provided the building's air-conditioning hadn't been torn apart by the landlord or a wandering merc looking to have a little fun.
Jira had looked over the profiles of the people Recarius had wanted to recruit for his investigation. Many were skilled fighters, though the talents of some lay in non-combative professions. Already she could see people arriving. A trio of humans, geared up for a fight. She noticed that each of them carried different brands of assault rifle, though they wore similarly designed heavy combat armour. Jira opted to wait until the group approached her for confirmation of their identity. They soon did so.
"This the place?" one of the humans asked in a rude tone of voice.
"Well, that depends on what you're here for," was Jira's simple response, just waiting for them to slip up. None of them resembled any of the humans Recarius had considered. Looking them up and down behind her helmet, she saw that the colour of their armour, while black and green in most places, hid a few blue and white patches underneath the cover-up. Jira recognised the colour scheme: they were Blue Suns mercs looking to infiltrate the meeting.
"The Spectre meeting. We want in on it," the speaker explained. "Simple as that. Now if you'll just let us by..."
"Not without knowing who and what you are," Jira quickly retorted. "If you are here at the Spectre's request, I would know you. And none of you look familiar." They had erred sooner than she had expected; green recruits, probably. Annoyed that someone not on the list had showed up for the meeting, Jira began to gather dark energy about her in the way she practiced every day. She could feel its power coursing through her, and smiled behind her helmet's mask. She was getting stronger every time.
"This isn't a negotiation," the speaker snapped, raising his gun. The others followed suit, all three aiming at Jira's chest. "We're going in there, and you won't stop us -"
The man's threat was interrupted by a scream as Jira delivered a straight-arm punch to the air between her and her adversaries. Within a split-second of the action, the biotic build-up in her body discharged with a muted whumph of sound. The three men were catapulted back down the hallway, thrown head over heels by Jira's biotic attack. Hurt as a result of landing heavily, they left in a hurry, having lost their weapons as they flew through the air. Jira heard one of them yelling at their leader, "What the hell was that?" as the trio ran. Clearly the man had never seen a biotic before.
Amused by the human's ignorance, the quarian collected up their rifles and stacked them near the door. When finished, she began to consult her omni-tool, bringing up a list of the possible recruits to whom Recarius had sent messages via private extranet channels or a hired courier. Many of them had been found all over the galaxy through Recarius's contacts and information brokers with whom he was on friendly terms; others had been found on Omega or the Citadel and thus were easily contacted.
"Note to self: Advise Recarius that Blue Suns mercenaries may attempt an assault on our meeting room," she said to the device, an amused smirk on her face behind her helmet.
Okay, guys, the basic plan for the introduction is this: accepted characters show up at the apartment and give Jira their name, kind of like being on the list for a private club. She invites people in one at a time to talk to Recarius, who evaluates their abilities. The team slowly builds up over this interview process, and when it's done, everyone ships out to the Steadfast, Recarius's ship.
People who aren't being interviewed at any given time are free to get to know one another, since they're all going to be working and living together on the same starship, and eventually fighting alongside one another.
Those few of you who don't have Skype yet, most of our out-of-character discussion will take place there. It is best that you download Skype, create an account and add me to your contacts list through my Escapist profile. Skype conversations will be our primary source of out-of-character chatter, notes and corrections, and general miscellany. If they wish, people are free to discuss RP-related notes and developments with me in private, of course.
Additional Note: Please state your Escapist username in your contact request, just to be on the safe side.
To those still wishing to apply, you have a fair bit of time to write your sheets and PM them to me; the interview process will take a while, and you can jump in when approved and added. Be advised, however, that I will probably put a cap on the total number of players to ensure that the roleplay doesn't become completely uncontrollable.
People who aren't being interviewed at any given time are free to get to know one another, since they're all going to be working and living together on the same starship, and eventually fighting alongside one another.
Those few of you who don't have Skype yet, most of our out-of-character discussion will take place there. It is best that you download Skype, create an account and add me to your contacts list through my Escapist profile. Skype conversations will be our primary source of out-of-character chatter, notes and corrections, and general miscellany. If they wish, people are free to discuss RP-related notes and developments with me in private, of course.
Additional Note: Please state your Escapist username in your contact request, just to be on the safe side.
To those still wishing to apply, you have a fair bit of time to write your sheets and PM them to me; the interview process will take a while, and you can jump in when approved and added. Be advised, however, that I will probably put a cap on the total number of players to ensure that the roleplay doesn't become completely uncontrollable.
Akanth walked down the streets of Omega, armor on with helmet, a pistol on her right hip, and a knife on her left. She kept her wits about her as she casually strolled down the street, scanning the peripheral and she didn't relax until she arrived at the address. She approached the door and noticed the Quarian. As she took off her helmet, " I'm Akanth Yossar, the Turian, er, 'Conrtractor'. I'm here to see Recarius." It suddenly occured to Akanth that she might have just blabbed her identity and hid the fact she was an assassin with the subtly of a rocket. This guy is an idiot, I wish he told me whether or not it was a Quarian I was suppose to meet. She seethed for a second and silently gnashed her mandible. Fuck what if it was my fault for not reading the message correct, what the hell am I doing here anyways? I was suppose to be in Vatican by this time. She shot a look at Jira, hoping to quicken her response.
Salyna was naturally keeping to the shadows as she walked the streets of Omega. She didn't seem scared or timid, quite the opposite in fact. She knew what she was doing, keeping to the shadows though was simply an old habit that refused to break.
Not that it hasn't served me well many times. She thought with a slight smirk as she walked up the streets and to the appointed meeting place. Her hand unconsciously going to the submachine gun at her hip. She wasn't about to take the chance of this being a trap, paranoia tended to go with being a former commando.
"Salyna Thantius, bounty hunter." She didn't want to give away anymore than absolutely necessary at this point. Could never be sure if people claiming to be specters actually were.
Not that it hasn't served me well many times. She thought with a slight smirk as she walked up the streets and to the appointed meeting place. Her hand unconsciously going to the submachine gun at her hip. She wasn't about to take the chance of this being a trap, paranoia tended to go with being a former commando.
"Salyna Thantius, bounty hunter." She didn't want to give away anymore than absolutely necessary at this point. Could never be sure if people claiming to be specters actually were.
Jira looked up from her omni-tool at the sight and sound of new people approaching. A turian this time, female judging by the lack of head-crest and the difference in her voice compared to that of Recarius and other turians she knew.
"I'm Akanth Yossar, the turian, er, 'Contractor'. I'm here to see Recarius."
"One moment, please," Jira answered, consulting the list on her omni-tool. The name
was about halfway down the list: Recarius had contacted her after hearing of her training as a scout and her skill with weapons of varying ranges. She and Recarius were about the same age... intriguing. The Spectre had rarely mentioned anyone from his career in the military; perhaps they had been in similar training programs.
Still, Akanth was on the list, so Jira opened the door for her and poked her head through the soundproof barrier to talk to Recarius. "Akanth Yossar, turian scout turned assassin," she stated, gesturing for Akanth to enter the apartment once the quarian had gotten out of the way. By the time Akanth had entered and the door closed behind her, another newcomer had arrived, one hand on the butt of a gun at her hip. That was understandable, since this was Omega, and it was common practice to be armed at all times.
"Salyna Thantius, bounty hunter," the asari introduced herself. Jira briefly checked her omni-tool before remembering that the name had been two spaces above that of Akanth on her list.
"Alright, you'll have to wait a while before going in. Recarius is dealing with everyone individually," Jira explained to Salyna. "I am Jira'Kilaye nar Chatani," she added, hoping to ease the tension that would inevitably build up in a situation like this. It was kind of like being in a hospital's waiting room: possibly impatient people eager to get inside and get what they wanted.
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"Akanth Yossar..." Recarius murmured quietly to himself as the female turian entered the room. "Take a seat. Before we begin, a couple of things. My name is Recarius Kallidan, Citadel Council Spectre, and I'm building a team to assist in my investigation. I read your file, Ms Yossar... a scout in the turian military at first, later a hired assassin. Holder of the galaxy's record of 'longest small-arms shot to hit its intended mark', if I remember correctly."
The Interstellar Bank Shot had intrigued Recarius. A shot fired moments before a mass relay jump had traveled through the relay and hit its intended target on the other side. Not only did the bullet travel over two thousand light years almost instantaneously, it had hit and killed its target. That alone was impressive; Recarius wondered what else this assassin had been up to.
"I'm Akanth Yossar, the turian, er, 'Contractor'. I'm here to see Recarius."
"One moment, please," Jira answered, consulting the list on her omni-tool. The name
Code:
Akanth YossarStill, Akanth was on the list, so Jira opened the door for her and poked her head through the soundproof barrier to talk to Recarius. "Akanth Yossar, turian scout turned assassin," she stated, gesturing for Akanth to enter the apartment once the quarian had gotten out of the way. By the time Akanth had entered and the door closed behind her, another newcomer had arrived, one hand on the butt of a gun at her hip. That was understandable, since this was Omega, and it was common practice to be armed at all times.
"Salyna Thantius, bounty hunter," the asari introduced herself. Jira briefly checked her omni-tool before remembering that the name had been two spaces above that of Akanth on her list.
"Alright, you'll have to wait a while before going in. Recarius is dealing with everyone individually," Jira explained to Salyna. "I am Jira'Kilaye nar Chatani," she added, hoping to ease the tension that would inevitably build up in a situation like this. It was kind of like being in a hospital's waiting room: possibly impatient people eager to get inside and get what they wanted.
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"Akanth Yossar..." Recarius murmured quietly to himself as the female turian entered the room. "Take a seat. Before we begin, a couple of things. My name is Recarius Kallidan, Citadel Council Spectre, and I'm building a team to assist in my investigation. I read your file, Ms Yossar... a scout in the turian military at first, later a hired assassin. Holder of the galaxy's record of 'longest small-arms shot to hit its intended mark', if I remember correctly."
The Interstellar Bank Shot had intrigued Recarius. A shot fired moments before a mass relay jump had traveled through the relay and hit its intended target on the other side. Not only did the bullet travel over two thousand light years almost instantaneously, it had hit and killed its target. That alone was impressive; Recarius wondered what else this assassin had been up to.
We have now docked at Omega. Collect your belongings and leave in an orderly manner.
'Not exactly the warmest of welcomes. I suppose I should have expected this though,' Mya Isaacs thought to herself as she stood up, barely being able to stretch in such cramped conditions. She had made sure to keep her two packs next to her the whole ride, not exactly trusting any of the people she was riding with. 'Should have just paid the extra money, but no I just had to be cheap.'
After a few minutes of waiting for the crowd ahead of her to disperse she finally stepped out of the ship. The sights before her made her wary about whether the recruitment message had been a scam of some sort. "Only one real way to find out I suppose," Mya muttered, following behind the crowd into a more open area before heading towards a sign saying 'Apartments'.
"This should be the way," she told herself, focusing on the way ahead of her and completely ignoring the fact that she was being followed. It wasn't until one of the two men pushed her against the side railing that she even paid them any attention. "Do you two need anything?" she asked with confusion in her voice, making note that even the people in the Citadel were nicer than this.
"Oh nothing much. Just whatever you have in those two bags of yours," the man who pushed her replied, making sure to reveal the pistol he had on him to her. Mya sighed and nodded, staring at the two men for a moment before asking, "There is no law enforcement here is there?"
"You've got that right. No one here to help you now," the man responded with a grin. Mya nodded at the statement, asking, "And neither of you are important, are you?" The man's grin was replaced with a scowl, clearly not amused with her questions. "Just give us the damn stuff and we won't be ending your life today," he told her threateningly, taking his gun out of it's holster.
"That means you aren't important. That's all I needed to know," Mya said, a smile forming on her face now. A second later and she had grabbed the man's gun out of his hand and tossed him over the rails, his scream growing fainter as the distance widened. With the gun in her hand she aimed it at the other man's accomplice; who quickly ran away. There were a few bystanders who had stopped to watch, but now that the show was over they went back on their way.
"This place is horrible," she said, continuing towards the apartments. It took her twenty minutes before she found the apartment she was looking for; a relatively nice looking one at that. By the looks of it she wasn't the first recruit there, so she stayed back and watched until the Turian was sent inside. An Asari then talked to the Quarian before standing aside; Mya decided now was the best time to make herself known.
"Hello my name is Mya Isaacs, I assume you know what I'm here for," she said to the Quarian, noting the three guns against the wall and adding, "Do I need to leave my guns here? That isn't a problem if so."
'Not exactly the warmest of welcomes. I suppose I should have expected this though,' Mya Isaacs thought to herself as she stood up, barely being able to stretch in such cramped conditions. She had made sure to keep her two packs next to her the whole ride, not exactly trusting any of the people she was riding with. 'Should have just paid the extra money, but no I just had to be cheap.'
After a few minutes of waiting for the crowd ahead of her to disperse she finally stepped out of the ship. The sights before her made her wary about whether the recruitment message had been a scam of some sort. "Only one real way to find out I suppose," Mya muttered, following behind the crowd into a more open area before heading towards a sign saying 'Apartments'.
"This should be the way," she told herself, focusing on the way ahead of her and completely ignoring the fact that she was being followed. It wasn't until one of the two men pushed her against the side railing that she even paid them any attention. "Do you two need anything?" she asked with confusion in her voice, making note that even the people in the Citadel were nicer than this.
"Oh nothing much. Just whatever you have in those two bags of yours," the man who pushed her replied, making sure to reveal the pistol he had on him to her. Mya sighed and nodded, staring at the two men for a moment before asking, "There is no law enforcement here is there?"
"You've got that right. No one here to help you now," the man responded with a grin. Mya nodded at the statement, asking, "And neither of you are important, are you?" The man's grin was replaced with a scowl, clearly not amused with her questions. "Just give us the damn stuff and we won't be ending your life today," he told her threateningly, taking his gun out of it's holster.
"That means you aren't important. That's all I needed to know," Mya said, a smile forming on her face now. A second later and she had grabbed the man's gun out of his hand and tossed him over the rails, his scream growing fainter as the distance widened. With the gun in her hand she aimed it at the other man's accomplice; who quickly ran away. There were a few bystanders who had stopped to watch, but now that the show was over they went back on their way.
"This place is horrible," she said, continuing towards the apartments. It took her twenty minutes before she found the apartment she was looking for; a relatively nice looking one at that. By the looks of it she wasn't the first recruit there, so she stayed back and watched until the Turian was sent inside. An Asari then talked to the Quarian before standing aside; Mya decided now was the best time to make herself known.
"Hello my name is Mya Isaacs, I assume you know what I'm here for," she said to the Quarian, noting the three guns against the wall and adding, "Do I need to leave my guns here? That isn't a problem if so."
" Un-officially," Akanth emphasized as she took a seat, " There isn't a record keeping committee that's going to just give an assassin a certificate."
She took a moment to think, Recarius, Recarius, didn't I used to know a Recarius? Recently she had been ignoring job offers, but Recarius's had been different, it was citadel business, and there was something about his name. As she settled in her placed her side-arm on the table and her helmet by her feet.
"But I've come a lot farther than that bullet for this meeting, so what's up? I can't imagine the Council's looking to outsource a hit. What kind of job is this team of your suppose to do."
She was a little on edge, she had heard stories of the Council forming suicide squads out of mercenaries, she needed to understand what was at stake here.
She took a moment to think, Recarius, Recarius, didn't I used to know a Recarius? Recently she had been ignoring job offers, but Recarius's had been different, it was citadel business, and there was something about his name. As she settled in her placed her side-arm on the table and her helmet by her feet.
"But I've come a lot farther than that bullet for this meeting, so what's up? I can't imagine the Council's looking to outsource a hit. What kind of job is this team of your suppose to do."
She was a little on edge, she had heard stories of the Council forming suicide squads out of mercenaries, she needed to understand what was at stake here.
Kel cautiously approached the entrance to the hotel. The message from Recarius designated this exact one as their meeting place. The turian knew how to pick a place, that was for sure. It was in a relatively secluded area, and just out of the sphere of influence of the people who wanted him dead. Already at the entrance was a female quarian - the one Recarius had mentioned would be there - and an asari. Perhaps he wasn't the only person who was called to meet with the Spectre. But what for? Spectres operated on their own, for the most part. They were the most efficient warriors in the galaxy. So why did they need people like him?
In any case, Kel would be getting his answers shortly. He stepped past the asari and addressed the quarian. "The name's Kel'Vanra nar Tonbay. Recarius wanted to see me," he said, the amplifier in his helmet imparting a mechanical tone to his voice. Such was the case for all quarians. Without it, their speech would be hopelessly muffled by their environment suits.
In any case, Kel would be getting his answers shortly. He stepped past the asari and addressed the quarian. "The name's Kel'Vanra nar Tonbay. Recarius wanted to see me," he said, the amplifier in his helmet imparting a mechanical tone to his voice. Such was the case for all quarians. Without it, their speech would be hopelessly muffled by their environment suits.
"Ah, no, no need to leave your guns here with me," Jira quickly answered the human. "We're all armed here, and Recarius won't change that. Now, Mya Isaacs... Ah, there you are. Played a large part in the Theshaca Raids, I see." She had been impressed by the efficiency with which Mya had done her part in the Raids and the Skyllian Blitz.
At that point a fellow quarian arrived: people were starting to show themselves sooner rather than later. It was nice to see that one of her own had taken up on Recarius's offer.
"Kel'Vanra nar Tonbay... Here you are. Highly skilled technician and engineer. We could definitely use someone of your talents. Um... I guess you'll both just have to wait with Selyna here. I'm Jira'Kilaye nar Chatani," Jira added, introducing herself a second time to both Kel and Mya.
"Those rifles are just leftovers. Couple of people visited here when they shouldn't have. I took care of them," she explained, smiling behind her helmet at the ease with which she had scared off the disguised Blue Suns.
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"It's quite simple, really. The Council wants two other Spectres, and myself, to investigate a matter of grave concern," Recarius explained. "A lot of us have been found dead or reported MIA, their ships and crews with them. The Council wants to know why, and for us to put a stop to this if possible. I need a team to back me up because many of the dead agents were found alone. Jira and the crew of my ship won't be enough, especially when I'm out in the field.
"The team will be working alongside me for almost every aspect of this mission. Given that we're in the Terminus Systems for the most part, I expect that there will be a fair share of action for everyone. I'm just one man with a rifle. Followers will add more firepower, point things out that I may not see... it all adds up."
The turian made a mental note to inform everyone of the fact that Spectres were dying when they came in for their individual interviews.
"I'm not gonna sugar-coat this, Akanth. There will most likely be a lot of fighting. Against whom, I know not. Ultimately, it's your choice whether you want in or not. If you do, I'll be glad to have you on board. If not, then we part ways and I won't judge you for your decision."
At that point a fellow quarian arrived: people were starting to show themselves sooner rather than later. It was nice to see that one of her own had taken up on Recarius's offer.
"Kel'Vanra nar Tonbay... Here you are. Highly skilled technician and engineer. We could definitely use someone of your talents. Um... I guess you'll both just have to wait with Selyna here. I'm Jira'Kilaye nar Chatani," Jira added, introducing herself a second time to both Kel and Mya.
"Those rifles are just leftovers. Couple of people visited here when they shouldn't have. I took care of them," she explained, smiling behind her helmet at the ease with which she had scared off the disguised Blue Suns.
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"It's quite simple, really. The Council wants two other Spectres, and myself, to investigate a matter of grave concern," Recarius explained. "A lot of us have been found dead or reported MIA, their ships and crews with them. The Council wants to know why, and for us to put a stop to this if possible. I need a team to back me up because many of the dead agents were found alone. Jira and the crew of my ship won't be enough, especially when I'm out in the field.
"The team will be working alongside me for almost every aspect of this mission. Given that we're in the Terminus Systems for the most part, I expect that there will be a fair share of action for everyone. I'm just one man with a rifle. Followers will add more firepower, point things out that I may not see... it all adds up."
The turian made a mental note to inform everyone of the fact that Spectres were dying when they came in for their individual interviews.
"I'm not gonna sugar-coat this, Akanth. There will most likely be a lot of fighting. Against whom, I know not. Ultimately, it's your choice whether you want in or not. If you do, I'll be glad to have you on board. If not, then we part ways and I won't judge you for your decision."
" Well I suppose that's not really a bother, fighting agrees with me and I've made a good living off of it. And hell, whatever it is I suppose it'll be worth while if I get to do something for the Turian race again. Alright that sounds good." Akanth sighed, I've got a good feeling about this guy. " If you want me aboard so bad then I'll join you, hell all I ask is that you cover my expenses and do a favor for me at the end, you see-"
Akanth cut her self off when she arrived at a sudden realization.
"Hold on, your Recarius Kallidan right? Their no way your the same Recarius Kallidan that went through Advance Training Academy about 40 years ago?"
Akanth cut her self off when she arrived at a sudden realization.
"Hold on, your Recarius Kallidan right? Their no way your the same Recarius Kallidan that went through Advance Training Academy about 40 years ago?"
"Close. I entered standard military training thirty-eight years ago," Recarius corrected. "Other than that, yes... I suppose I am that Recarius Kallidan. I don't know anyone else with my name..." Akanth's questions were a bit off. Why would she ask about that? Unless... The idea was insanely unlikely, but there was still a chance of it.
"Does that mean I already know you too? Akanth Yossar? Transferred to Specialist Expeditions after two years of basic? We finished our service in the same year, but I was selected for Spectre consideration... It's been a long time since that fateful day. You certainly haven't forgotten your training, especially since you ended up under the gaze of yours truly, now an agent of the Council above most galactic law. With that in mind, and the files I have on you, I can safely say that you're welcome on the team."
After a brief handshake to metaphorically seal the deal, both turians stood up, Recarius gesturing to the far side of the apartment; it was a two-room place, both of equal size. "There's a couple of plates of food and drinks and such in the other room there. Feel free to relax and wait for others to join you. I suggest you get to know the rest of the group, since we'll all be working together in the future. Oh, and ah, don't touch any of the electronics: they're there for security. Don't want any eavesdroppers." The Spectre activated his omni-tool, tapping a button to let Jira know she could bring in the next future member of the team.
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Out in the hallway, Jira's omni-tool beeped, signaling Recarius was finished with Yossar. She looked up, bouncing a couple of times on the balls of her feet to make it clear she was eager to keep the interviews going. "Okay, who wants to talk to Recarius next? No need to worry, he's not harsh or anything," she said to the outside group as a whole, hoping to show them she was cheerful and excited at the prospect of working alongside new people. It had proven difficult with just body language and a voice that was slightly altered due to universal translators and Jira's enviro-suit adding its own changes through its amplifier.
It was probably a little nerve-wracking, being invited inside one by one to talk to a Council Spectre about the mission with which he had been entrusted. Still, most of these people were hardened fighters; a little case of nerves wouldn't stop them.
"Does that mean I already know you too? Akanth Yossar? Transferred to Specialist Expeditions after two years of basic? We finished our service in the same year, but I was selected for Spectre consideration... It's been a long time since that fateful day. You certainly haven't forgotten your training, especially since you ended up under the gaze of yours truly, now an agent of the Council above most galactic law. With that in mind, and the files I have on you, I can safely say that you're welcome on the team."
After a brief handshake to metaphorically seal the deal, both turians stood up, Recarius gesturing to the far side of the apartment; it was a two-room place, both of equal size. "There's a couple of plates of food and drinks and such in the other room there. Feel free to relax and wait for others to join you. I suggest you get to know the rest of the group, since we'll all be working together in the future. Oh, and ah, don't touch any of the electronics: they're there for security. Don't want any eavesdroppers." The Spectre activated his omni-tool, tapping a button to let Jira know she could bring in the next future member of the team.
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Out in the hallway, Jira's omni-tool beeped, signaling Recarius was finished with Yossar. She looked up, bouncing a couple of times on the balls of her feet to make it clear she was eager to keep the interviews going. "Okay, who wants to talk to Recarius next? No need to worry, he's not harsh or anything," she said to the outside group as a whole, hoping to show them she was cheerful and excited at the prospect of working alongside new people. It had proven difficult with just body language and a voice that was slightly altered due to universal translators and Jira's enviro-suit adding its own changes through its amplifier.
It was probably a little nerve-wracking, being invited inside one by one to talk to a Council Spectre about the mission with which he had been entrusted. Still, most of these people were hardened fighters; a little case of nerves wouldn't stop them.
"Yell how do you like that, nearly forty years later I run into my old class's golden boy." She got up and gathered her things, "It's gonna be a pleasure working with you Recarius, I can tell already." With that she excused herself and went to the lounge room. She immediately poured herself a tall drink to celebrate her new job.
"After all these years imagine that." She muttered while she examined her reflection in the glass. She then raised the glass, and drank it down.
"To business."
"After all these years imagine that." She muttered while she examined her reflection in the glass. She then raised the glass, and drank it down.
"To business."
"Understood. I'll just take a seat then. It was nice to meet you," Mya replied to Jira with a smile, walking a few feet away before taking a seat against the wall. She bid a simple hello to Selyna and Kel before waiting for her own turn to talk to the Spectre.
'Or be completely scammed, but by this point I think this is legit,' she thought, taking her cap off and running her gloved hand through her hair. She heard a beep come from Jira's omni-tool, than heard the announcement for the next person to go in. Standing up after glancing at the other two to see if they were going to make a move, Mya headed inside the apartment.
Her cap was kept off as Mya walked over to where the Turian Spectre was seated, dropping her two bags down at the side as she sat down. "Mya Isaacs," she stated to Recarius, sitting upright in her seat as she looked at him.
'Or be completely scammed, but by this point I think this is legit,' she thought, taking her cap off and running her gloved hand through her hair. She heard a beep come from Jira's omni-tool, than heard the announcement for the next person to go in. Standing up after glancing at the other two to see if they were going to make a move, Mya headed inside the apartment.
Her cap was kept off as Mya walked over to where the Turian Spectre was seated, dropping her two bags down at the side as she sat down. "Mya Isaacs," she stated to Recarius, sitting upright in her seat as she looked at him.
Morroth had spent a couple of days on Omega. It was certainly different from the Citadel. He hadn't been here before. He had felt like he wanted to leave, the moment he arrived. He couldn't leave though, since he barely had any credits left and no means of transportation. The smugglers who brought him here hadn't tried to rob him or demand more than he had payed from the beginning, which he found odd. He knew Omega, even if this was his first time here. It was full of different types of criminals.
The first thing he had done when he got here, was make his way to the afterlife club. He had been spending the majority of his two days on Omega there, observing it's guests and making small talk at the bar. Most of them didn't want to talk though and those that did, were often too drunk for him to learn anything of value. He figured that he could probably make some credits, the same way he had been doing it on the citadel. He didn't want to make himself known here though or stay for too long. The other option was to rob someone, but he'd rather not do that either.
While spending time at the afterlife club, he had recieved a message, from a spectre, apparently. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but given the situation he was in, he had decided to do as it instructed him too. He left Afterlife and made his way to the apartment. He limped by the entrance, checking it out, trying to not draw too much attention to himself. He could see an asari and two quarians.
He didn't walk up to them, but stopped some distance away, where he could see them. They could see him too, but he didn't think they would recognize him. He hadn't seen any of them before. He wondered if this was about what had happened before he left the citadel, but figured that they wouldn't send a spectre after him for that. If they did, he should probably not try to flee anyway. What were the others doing there though?
The first thing he had done when he got here, was make his way to the afterlife club. He had been spending the majority of his two days on Omega there, observing it's guests and making small talk at the bar. Most of them didn't want to talk though and those that did, were often too drunk for him to learn anything of value. He figured that he could probably make some credits, the same way he had been doing it on the citadel. He didn't want to make himself known here though or stay for too long. The other option was to rob someone, but he'd rather not do that either.
While spending time at the afterlife club, he had recieved a message, from a spectre, apparently. He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but given the situation he was in, he had decided to do as it instructed him too. He left Afterlife and made his way to the apartment. He limped by the entrance, checking it out, trying to not draw too much attention to himself. He could see an asari and two quarians.
He didn't walk up to them, but stopped some distance away, where he could see them. They could see him too, but he didn't think they would recognize him. He hadn't seen any of them before. He wondered if this was about what had happened before he left the citadel, but figured that they wouldn't send a spectre after him for that. If they did, he should probably not try to flee anyway. What were the others doing there though?