The Dawn Breakers: Mass Effect RP, Started.

[blaze96]

Jaroth had left his cabin due to restlessness a while ago. He was now swimming laps in the pool that was present on the ship for first class passengers. He would probably do a little gambling later. He had just left the STG and seen what he would be making in not only his final wire as an active member, but how much he would be making in retirement monthly. He would have no want of money, but he wished he could find a new way to make use of his biotic talents. His time in the STG had kept him active and always engaged in something. He wasn't proud of all he had done, but he was proud of his service as a whole. He finished his current lap and paused for a moment as he looked at the room he was in carefully.

'Wealthy, very wealthy, glad not to be crammed in below decks.' Thought Jaroth. He had always liked his space and privacy.

 

[tsatoma]

Ripley stole another glance at the dessert buffet from her table, trying to persuade herself to actually eat a meal instead of just desserts. She sipped some water, watching people with desserts walk by her.

'Forget it. Might as well take advantage,' she thought as she stood up and walked over to the buffet. She picked up a plate and stared at the wonderful assortment of different desserts she could have. 'The benefits of money,' she thought to herself, picking up a small portion of almost everything dextro-amino along with a few levo-aminos she knew she could eat.

She went back to her table and went to work eating, deciding she'd allow herself to do this once every day after taking her first bite.

 

[Sparrow]

Illo Kryik sat in the 2nd class with a small human child, playing chess. He'd never fully understood the game himself, but the young child had insisted. The boy's parents sat in the corner, watching intently. Obviously they'd never seen a turian play chess.

"Checkmate!", the little boy exclaimed, tapping in the last move on the omni-tool, "I won!

Illo smirked, as he waved his hand to knock down the the holographic king piece. Although to others it most likely looked like he let the child win, in truth, Illo had been well and truly beaten.

"Well done, kid.", he smirked, patting him on the head, "Here, fifty credits in honour of your victory."

He patched the trade through on his omni-tool, the boys parents congratulating their son on his victory.

I need to get some practice in...

 

[Misaek]

Dimir sat in the 4th class area of the ship, it wasn't luxurious, but he preferred it, Dimir always had a dislike of the wealthy who could sit and feast while other people lived like rats, dining off the scraps left by the fat businessmen and politicians, he much would rather be a scientist, author, artist or philosopher than rich, something he could do to help people.

Eventually, he couldn't concentrate on the book he was reading on his omni-tool (which coincidentally was a book by Che Guevara, a human who fought for the rights of the common man) with all the constant talking of the people around him, and he left to the engine room of the ship to see what it was like.

"What are you doing down here, Quarian." a man spoke rather rudely to Dimir. "Oh, just checking out the scenery, you do know the drive-core of this ship is very outdated and could cause the ship to stall in the future" Dimir spoke in a matter-of-fact manner to prove he knew he knew what he was doing down there. "Your not allowed down here, no civilians are allowed" he said to Dimir getting irritated.

Dimir sighed and left, he crossed through the lowest class of the ship and saw just how horrible it was "Disgusting" he thought "that this is allowed" this was the last straw for him, he went upstairs to one of the higher classes where he saw a feast happening, this made him even angrier, he thought he would steal some of the food and bring it back to people in the lowest class of the ship, he noticed a rather ragged looking Turian sitting at the table, he sat next to him. "Your not supposed to be here are you?" he spoke softly to the Turian "Don't worry, I'm not either, say, do you want to help me with something?" he asked

 

[blaze96]

Jaroth decided he would get in some gambling after completing a few more laps. He went back to his room, putting on simple clothes that while making him look as if he belonged in first class, were by no means extravagant. He entered the in ship casino which and sat down to play what the humans called poker, he knew he would have an advantage thanks to his biology, he would be able to notice the fine details that few others could and know when they were bluffing. He sat at the table and began to play.

 

[tsatoma]

"Ummm, yes. Do...do I know you? Are you even supposed to be here?" Ripley asked with confusion and a slight hint of snobbery. She continued eating, eyeing Santius with distrust.

 

[sage42]

Sal sat in the small corner that had been provided for her. She grumbled to herself, "Sorry not enough credits to get you higher.' Bullshit!" she said imitating the steward who had led her to her small cot. "There was enough creds there to get an Asari in first class, and I could even get 4th. I'll bet half of the people on this tub don't even know why they hate me." She continued standing up and maneuvering her way to the stares to the upper decks.

"Screw this I paid good money to get on this thing and I'll be damned if I can't get my money's worth." She walked up a couple flights to 2nd and already felt her disgust of those who hated her race grow. She noticed another Quarian talking with a rather ragged looking Turian and felt her tension ease a little. Thank God, another Quarian. She thought to herself making her way to the table.

 

[Misaek]

"Well, I can't stand all this corporate scum up here, I thought I would just sneak some food and distribute it to the people on the lower levels of the ship, I thought you would want to help" Dimir said to the Turian (OoC:Santius) "Just follow me if you want to, I think I see another potential helper."

Dimir turned over to see another Quarian walking to the table, he knew the petty people on this ship would not allow a Quarian on this level unless they were extremely wealthy, he walked over to her, still awaiting a response from the Turian.

"Let me guess, you sneaked up here too" he said smiling. "I honestly hate all these people up here and their selfish ways, but maybe you can help me with something." he said quietly.

 

[tsatoma]

"Wait, so you're not supposed to be here? Look, if you just leave me alone I won't say anything alright? If not, well there are a number of security guards over there who I'm sure would like to have some fun jettisoning things out," she replied, turning away from him and looking over at the Quarians.

'Think I'll just go back to my cabin once I'm done,' she thought to herself, feeling uncomfortable.

 

[sage42]

"Bingo, and I would be willing to help." Sal said to the other Quarian. "Sal'rena nar Hadran." She said holding out her hand.

 

[Quad08]

"You ignorant mother..."

*POW!*

Nathan punched the man in the gut again, letting him fall to the ground, putting the heel of his boot on the man's jaw. They were inside a side storage unit on the lower levels of the ship, where Nathan had ambushed the unfourtune man, dragging him inside to have himself a private chat with the man

"I'll ask one more time"

He said pateintly, pressing his foot on the mans jaw a bit harder

"The asari slave captains who destroyed that alliance ship a few years back...who are they? And don't give me anymore lies! I've been following you for awhile now and know that you know something"

"Please...they'll kill me"

The man on the floor gasped

Nathan glared down at him

"And what do you think I'll do?"

With a whimper from the man, he began to talk

 

[Misaek]

"Dimir'Nared vas Taralya" Dimir said shaking Sal'Rena's hand "Now, uhm, what is your name? Dimir asked the Turian. "Actually, not important right now, just start taking as much food as you can hold, me and Sal'Rena can't since we are Quarians and it might cause suspicion, Ill stay here and watch out, also giving you cover to take the food, Sal'Rena, walk around the room looking to see if anyone notices, Turian, when your done tap my shoulder and we will bring all the food down, Sal'Rena, stay slightly behind to make sure no one follows us, got it?" Dimir said shakily, nervous that they would get caught,

 

[tsatoma]

"You know what? Fine, take the stupid food. You have fun while I go and tip off the guards," Ripley said, tossing her napkin on the table with frustration as she got up and talked to the security guard over by the door. She then walked back to her room, not wanting to see what would happen and deciding to read a book or something in her spare time.

 

[sage42]

Sal'Rena nodded as she began to walk around the room watching everybody she could. An idea poped into her head and she pressed a button on her wrist and she vanished. This should make it much easier. She thought to her self as she scanned the crowd.

 

[Misaek]

Dimir looked all across the room and noticed a single guard scanning the room with another one behind him, armed with what looked like a baton, he looked over at the Turian (OoC: Santius) and warned him. "You may want to hurry up, I think your little friend may have tipped them off" he said to Santius frantically.

 

[sage42]

Sal noticed the security guards heading for Dimir and the Turian. She moved quickly and tripped the 2nd guard, causing him to knock down the other and drop his baton. Sal quickly kicked the baton under a table and moved away. That should give Dimir and the Turian enough time.

 

[Misaek]

Spoiler

Hey its not my fault you weren't clear, you just said "he grabbed you by the arm" not dragged out the room, oh well, I WILL NOW USE MY ULTIMATE POWERS OF ADAPTION TO FIX THIS

Dimir noticed that Santius had been dragged out of the room by another Turian and that the guards were still coming after him, either he help Santius, or get out of the room, he decided to do both, he followed the man who took Santius and entered the room, figuring Santius probably needed help and Dimir couldn't bring all the food down to the lower levels on his own.

 

[Misaek]

Spoiler

Sorry for the wait, trying to think of something to do that doesn't make Dimir a super-bad-ass but still saves Santius, any idea?

 

[Misaek]

Spoiler

But then I would be his fleshy meat-target would I not?

 

[Quad08]

Having finally gotten what he needed out of the man and cleaning up the mess he left behind him, Nathan made his way back to the upper decks where his room was.

He had much to go over and even more to contemplate. Things were getting more risky for evey informant he beat up, his enemies would know he was closing in.

And closing in fast