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Avatar a rapidement lancé des projections sur le plan d'action proposé par Voira. Le Krogan est maintenant temporairement immobilisé, mais il a toujours accès à son arme à feu, et essaie déjà de viser Voira. Néanmoins, le plan de Voira a eu une chance légèrement plus élevée de se terminer avec aucune victime alliée, car les Turiens étaient déjà sur le point de se mettre à pied et étaient une menace plus immédiate. En 0.18 secondes, Avatar avait décidé de se conformer à la suggestion de Voira de concentrer son feu sur les Turiens. Cependant, alors qu'Avatar apportait son arme à porter, Donny frappa les deux Turiens restants avec une charge biotique, les frappant une fois de plus de leurs pieds. L'un a été frappé dans un mur, tandis que l'autre a été touché au sol, et rapidement tiré par Donny. Dans le même temps, une ronde, probablement à partir d'un fusil de sniper à haute puissance basé sur le son, percé à travers l'autre Turian. Compte tenu de l'évolution de la situation, Avatar a remis son arme sur le Krogan, qui était maintenant la menace la plus immédiate. Peu de temps après que Voira ait commencé son barrage, Avatar a tiré une série de balles de son fusil, d'abord à sa main non blessée, puis droit sur sa tête. Des pellets et des cartouches imprégnées de poison coupèrent son armure après quelques coups de feu, puis passèrent dans sa chair. Le poison s'est rapidement répandu, et le volume d'incendie entrant a détruit les systèmes d'organes primaires, secondaires et tertiaires. Même étant Krogan, son corps ne pouvait résister aux dommages qu'il avait subis. Une fois que le champ d'effet de masse lévitant est mort, il est tombé au sol, saignant abondamment et luttant pour respirer pendant quelques instants avant que son corps ne cède finalement. Tous les hostiles dans le couloir avaient été neutralisés, bien qu'il y ait encore la question du Turian dont RK vient d'avertir.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Après la grenade, tout a commencé à bouger à une vitesse de rupture du cou. Ceux qui ne sont pas impliqués dans le maintien actif de la barrière ont pris position sur l'un ou l'autre des deux tenant les barrières avec des armes tirées. Quand le Geth a brisé les rangs et a couru à travers les biotiques, l'Asari a aussi rapidement brisé les rangs. Les grandes bulles qui bloquaient le couloir se sont rapidement transformées en deux grands murs translucides, ce qui s'est également produit pour bloquer les balles. Tacticus et son équipe ont commencé à se faire tirer entre la masse d'alliés qui engageaient maintenant l'ennemi directement. Il est vite devenu deux risqué de tirer dans le groupe une fois Donny rejoint la fraye et tout le monde a rapidement changé de vitesse pour attendre une ouverture et de balayage pour plus d'ennemis. La voix de Sura a crié au-dessus des communications. "Cactus Numso, vérifie les diplomates. Assurez-vous qu'ils ne se soient pas fait de mal." Les deux ont serré leurs projecteurs Turian sur l'épaule pour leur faire savoir qu'ils partaient. Juste avant qu'ils ne tournent autour d'un grand bruit résonna dans le couloir. Presque aussi vite que la fissuration de ce qui sonnait comme un fusil de sniper est venue l'IA a également monté sur les communications au sujet d'un Turian entrant. Rotation sur son talon Tacticus a regardé en arrière où les diplomates étaient et a vu un Turian vêtu d'armure militaire Turian non-standard, spec-ops peut-être. Ne voulant pas prendre des risques en un coup d'œil rapide, lui et Numso se sont tous deux imprégnés d'énergie bitotique et chargés juste devant les armes turiennes inconnues soulevées. Ils ont tous les deux remonté les pieds devant le Turian en bloquant efficacement son chemin avec juste leurs corps. "Identifiez-vous et votre unité maintenant soldat!" Tacticus aboie au Turian.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

En prenant une position tactique avancée derrière le groupe, Solares a permis à Shredder de tirer des balles pour son pistolet de bourreau avant de tirer sur chaque ennemi chaque fois qu'il le pouvait. Chaque fois qu'il tirait l'arme, ça faisait résonner un fort pop dans le couloir. Enlever un clip thermique usagé de son arme et le recharger, il a regardé comme le même Geth qu'il avait vu il y a peu, tourner son attention loin du Krogan et sur les Turians. Cela n'a cependant pas duré longtemps, car l'un des autres membres du groupe a utilisé une charge biotique contre les deux derniers Turiens, les renversant. Les deux ont ensuite été éliminées rapidement et efficacement. Le Geth a rebrousse son attention sur le Krogan et a tiré sur un couple de fusils de chasse empoisonnés à travers son corps, ainsi que sur un barrage des Asari. Le Krogan tomba à terre et se mit à faire des sons grotesques avant de mourir finement dans un bassin de son propre sang sous lui. La bataille était terminée aussi vite qu'elle avait commencé, et le groupe avait réussi à impressionner Solares, ce qui était honnêtement un exploit en soi. Levant lentement, il plaça le pistolet sur le dos de son armure et laissa ses bras tomber lâchement le long de son corps. Sachant que le groupe voudrait une explication sur la raison pour laquelle il les a aidés et d'où il vient. Solares était sur le point d'ouvrir sa bouche pour parler à tous, mais avant qu'il ne puisse parler, il y avait un éclair lumineux de lumière bleue, et soudain deux Turiens n'apparaissaient qu'à quelques pieds devant lui. Sans fléchir, ni manifester d'inconfort, d'intimidation ou de peur du tout, il leva les deux mains. S'accrochant lentement et prudemment à son casque, il l'enleva et le plaça à côté de lui, ses yeux bleu clair regardant en arrière aux deux Turiens debout devant lui. Je suis le sergent-major Solares Vanore, branche AGTSAT des forces spéciales turiennes.Il s'arrêtait et saluerait les deux devant lui avant de retourner à sa position détendue. J'ai reçu l'ordre de protéger un diplomate sur la station spatiale mais, dans toute sa sagesse infinie, il m'a ordonné de me tenir à l'extérieur de la pièce et dans la salle comme s'il s'attendait à quelque chose. Je ne l'ai pas vu depuis que j'ai entendu la fusillade, donc je vais présumer qu'il est mort. Si ce n'est pas trop, je voudrais vous demander qui vous êtes tous? Aussi, pouvez-vous tous baisser vos armes et ne pas les pointer sur moi? Je vous assure que je ne suis pas hostile et honnêtement n'ai aucune idée de ce qui se passe ici."

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Voira flippa instinctivement en entendant le son trop familier et terrifiant d'un fusil de sniper de la Veuve Noire qui partait. Elle avait appris à connaître ce son au cours d'un long conflit contre certains pirates. Le sniper de l'Alliance avec lequel elle avait été envoyée au travail était remarquablement mortel avec lui. Les Asari n'avaient vu aucun des Turiens de la Cabale avec un fusil de sniper d'aucune sorte et l'homme était devant elle, donc cela signifiait que quelqu'un de nouveau était venu. Ce qui signifiait qu'il y avait une chance particulière que l'ennemie était derrière elle avec une arme qui pouvait facilement déchiqueter son armure et la laisser avec un trou qu'aucune quantité de Medi-Gel dans le monde ne pouvait réparer. Plus important encore, cet ennemi allait être près de Raa. Voira s'est évanouie, ignorant le Krogan pour l'instant. S'il était encore en vie après avoir mangé des munitions empoisonnées, et les deux coups de fusil qu'elle entendait derrière elle, ils allaient tous être tués par lui de toute façon. À son grand soulagement, le fusil de sniper s'est déchiré à travers un Turian juste avant que RK annonce la présence du nouveau venu. « Merci RK, de nous avoir avertis de ce fait après que nous ayons presque eu une crise cardiaque. En vérité, ce que nous avons toujours voulu entendre, c'est le bruit d'une arme extrêmement puissante tirée dans notre direction par un Turian inconnu. » Voira répondit, avec un peu de tact. Elle se dirige rapidement vers le nouveau venu, principalement pour vérifier Raa pour s'assurer que le Quarien allait bien, mais aussi pour crier à l'idiot pour avoir tiré au hasard sans s'annoncer lui-même. Dès qu'elle était à portée d'oreille, elle a commencé à le châtier, même quand il parlait. "Qui saute dans une bataille d'armes et commence à tirer sans s'annoncer?! Espèce de stupide fils d'une "Voira s'est arrêté à la mi phrase, le nom du Turian a finalement cliqué sur la place. "Qu'est-ce que tu fous là? Nous pensions que vous étiez encore en C-Sec?" Elle demanda incrédulement, passant devant les deux Cabalistes. "Ne lui tirez pas dessus. Il ne travaille pas avec qui que ce soit qui essaie de nous tuer." Elle s'est accroupie à côté de Raa, ignorant le reste des diplomates. "Ça va?"

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Les Geth, Voria et Donny ont fini ce qu'il restait de la menace actuelle. Jusqu'ici si bien, mais le bruit d'un fusil de haute puissance déchirant à travers l'un des turiens a laissé Donny très mal à l'aise. Avec peu à pas de couverture dans les halls Donny s'est tout simplement abaissé au sol et a préparé à faire une autre charge biotique une fois que son corps était prêt pour elle. Heureusement pour lui, les Cablists ont été rapides sur le tirage et ont eu leurs vues vers le bas sur le turian voyou. "Toujours des Turiens. Et je pensais que c'était nous qui allions causer des ennuis." Ils semblaient contrôler la situation, bien que Donny ait gardé son fusil prêt. Retourner au Geth Donny a regardé le krogan mourir sur le sol. Alors qu'il n'était pas vraiment bien renseigné sur la culture ou l'anatomie des krogans, il a entendu toutes les histoires sur la manière dont ils étaient difficiles, et Donny débattait de le tirer dans la tête juste pour s'assurer qu'il était mort. Techniquement, c'était un crime de guerre de finir l'ennemi manifestement incapable. Mais encore une fois, ils ont été attaqués par des forces inconnues pour des raisons inconnues, donc qui sait si les lois et coutumes de la guerre s'appliqueraient ici. Moins que toutes les coutumes humaines. Et Donny ne voulait vraiment pas qu'il se faufile derrière eux. Compromisant, Donny a commencé à rassembler toutes les armes des ennemis déchus et à utiliser son Omnitool pour les décomposer en Omni-gel. Au risque que certains d'entre eux soient encore en vie, au moins ils n'auraient pas leurs armes. Après avoir dégradé les armes en omnigel Donny marchait vers les autres, arme encore en main. Il n'a pris que la queue des mots de Voria mentionnant que le nouveau gars n'était pas l'ennemi, donc cela a assoupli les soucis de Donny un peu. Pourtant, ils ne pouvaient pas se tenir autour pour échanger des plaisanteries alors Donny a pris sur lui pour amener le nouveau venu à la vitesse. "Nous nous dirigeons vers la baie d'accostage était le reste de mon équipe devrait être. Ils ont un bateau prêt à monter et à nous sortir d'ici, mais d'abord nous devons nous assurer qu'ils sont en vie et ensuite sécuriser la baie d'amarrage. C'est probablement à huis clos, donc nous avons des spécialistes de la technologie que nous devons protéger pour dépasser le verrouillage assez longtemps pour nous sortir tous d'ici. Je ne sais pas qui ou pourquoi ça se passe, et franchement je m'en fiche. Une fois que nous sommes sortis d'ici, quelqu'un peut regarder plus loin." Regardant autour de Donny a fait un compte de tête rapide pour s'assurer que tout le monde était pris en compte, et s'assurer que personne n'a été blessé pendant la courte fusillade. Il voulait y aller rapidement, mais après toute cette excitation, il n'aurait pas voulu une minute ou deux pour reprendre son souffle.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Quand les combats se sont finalement arrêtés, les balles et les botics ne volent plus, Raa a senti son corps immobile. Son cœur lui braquait les côtes sans relâche et les poumons semblaient perdre de l'air plus vite qu'il ne l'a gagné, laissant son souffle inhalé à chaque inhalation. C'était comme si quelqu'un avait gâté un trou dans les sacs charnus et avait l'intention de la laisser souffrir. Les yeux de la jeune quarian's se fermèrent alors qu'elle se penchait plus loin contre le métal qui la soutenait. Ses os s'étaient transformés en pâte de nourriture et l'avaient laissée en difficulté pour se tenir debout, sa main s'était effondrée tandis que le pistolet glissa de sa main et tomba au sol. Elle tremblait incontrôlablement en raison de sa proximité avec le combat, plusieurs fois presque coupé par les balles manquant leurs cibles plusieurs fois. Immédiatement, elle tira les mains sur son casque et essaya de ne pas se boucler dans une boule terrifiée. Elle a à peine remarqué que le turian avait enlevé son casque et s'est présenté pour être autre que Solares Vanore, l'officier très C-Sec qui l'a tous les deux impliqué dans un buste technique et l'a épargnée d'un sort misérable. Elle s'assit là en écoutant le VI réagir au commentaire mécontent de Voira. RK a lâché, l'image numérique a fait un geste commun et sans souci comme elle a répondu. Au moins, je t'ai prévenu. Je ne suis pas exactement dans le système après tout et je ne peux pas suivre chaque mouvement alors comment ai-je été censé être en mesure de détecter un Turian voyou sortant de nulle part. Je n'ai même pas remarqué qu'il était là jusqu'à ce que son arme le trahisse. En plus, ma seule préoccupation est Raa après tout. Il n'est pas comme vous ne pouvez pas gérer vous-même dans le champ. Alors que Voira passait devant la cabale, RK vérifiait déjà systématiquement le bien-être de Raa. Autre qu'un rythme cardiaque rapide et un pouls accéléré, quelque chose rapporté normal après le stress, le quarien était parfaitement d'accord. La VI s'est détendue alors qu'elle se tournait vers la scène qui s'ouvrait avant la paire. Déjà Avatar et plusieurs cabalistes changeaient de cap sur le turian nouvellement arrivé. Deux cabalistes avaient immédiatement téléporté sur son front, bloquant et tirant des armes sur lui pendant qu'ils commandaient pour le grade et l'escadron. Pendant ce temps, Voira criait déjà à l'idiot jusqu'à ce qu'il enlève enfin son casque. Les yeux de RK's se rétrécissaient en désapprobation alors qu'elle cliquait ses dents numériques ensemble, sous le casque, faisant rayonner le son de l'omnitool de Raa. RK a dit dans un ton détestable puis a ajouté lorsque Voira s'est accroupie à côté de Raa et a parlé. Ses signes vitaux sont normaux compte tenu du stress, ses émotions sont fortement intensifiées. Sinon, la santé parfaite quand elle s'installe..RK a déclaré quand il a fallu un moment pour que Raa reconnaisse la présence de Voira. Les mains de Raa se déplaçaient, ses yeux s'ouvraient pour regarder fort à travers la visière. Lentement, elle a hurlé puis sorti une main et a été tirée à ses pieds par Voira, sa voix essayant de sonner plus fort qu'elle ne l'était. Ça va. Je suis resté bien caché et contre le mur. Et toi? Avez-vous été touché?

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Traversant ses bras sur sa poitrine, Solares tourna son attention loin des cabalistes turiens et vers l'homme masculin qui tentait maintenant d'expliquer la situation qui lui était présente. De sa main gauche, il tapota les doigts de sa main gauche contre son armure tout en écoutant attentivement. Apparemment, ils se dirigeaient actuellement vers la baie d'amarrage où l'homme espérait que le reste de son équipe les attendrait avec un navire, prêt à les évacuer de la gare. L'ensemble du plan sonnait plutôt mal, surtout comment ils auraient à protéger les spécialistes en technologie pendant qu'ils levaient le verrou sur la baie d'amarrage. Dès que nous essayons de lever ce verrou, je suis sûr que quelqu'un va être informé à ce sujet. Je recommanderais de juste souffler la porte ouverte, mais comme nous le savons tous, cela provoquerait inévitablement l'ensemble de la force hostile à charger notre position. Vous avez un Geth avec vous, désolé de ne pas connaître votre nom, donc je voudrais recommander de le laisser supprimer le verrouillage. Il serait la personne la plus efficace et la plus qualifiée pour ce travail. » Bien sûr, ce n'était que son opinion, bien qu'il ait vu Geth pirater et désactiver l'électronique avec peu ou pas d'effort. Derrière les deux Cabal Turians, il pouvait entendre une voix familière commencer à lui donner des leçons sur combien d'idiot il était pour tirer sur un ennemi de derrière le groupe tout en étant inannoncé. À sa surprise, un vieil ami apparut devant lui, les Asari connus sous le nom de Voira. "C'est bon de te revoir Voira." Il a hurlé la tête sur elle avant de parler une fois de plus, un sourire s'est maintenant étendu sur son visage. "Je doute que ça aurait bien fini pour moi si j'avais couru derrière le groupe dans mon armure puis crié à tout le monde avant de tirer sur un ennemi. Pour tout ce que je sais, j'aurais pu finir comme ce Krogan là-bas." Il a pointé vers le Krogan maintenant mort qui était couché immobile dans une piscine de son propre sang. "C'est une longue histoire Voira sur la façon dont je travaillais à temps partiel pour C-Sec puis a fini ici. En fait, je ne veux pas approfondir la question, peut-être plus tard je vous expliquerai. Merci d'avoir dit à tout le monde ici que je ne suis pas hostile, mais qu'être tué n'est pas en tête de mes priorités. » En poussant doucement devant lui les deux Cabalistes Turiens, il s'inclina légèrement en voyant RK, le VI qui appartenait à Raa. "Raa de Seem n'a pas suivi mes conseils sur les modifications pour vous rendre moins odieux, RK. En parlant de ça, comment va mon Quarien préféré, tenir bon je l'espère?" Solares a déplacé le côté de Raa avant de placer une main sur son épaule gauche. "Vous avez semblé secoué pendant la bataille, une fois que vous êtes dans assez d'entre eux qui n'arriveront plus. Je suis plus préoccupé par votre bien-être cependant, vous n'avez pas été touché ou causé trop de traumatismes mentaux étaient vous?" il a demandé, la regardant pour s'assurer qu'elle n'était pas blessée pendant le combat.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Après la neutralisation des ennemis, Avatar saisit l'une des armes des Turiens avant que Donny ne puisse les détruire. Le fusil qu'il avait utilisé était efficace dans certaines circonstances, mais un fusil d'assaut pouvait jouer un rôle plus polyvalent. C'était un fusil dans la ligne d'armes "Vindicator". Ce n'était pas le modèle le plus récent, mais il était connu pour être 10 % moins susceptible d'échouer que la version actuelle, au détriment de 8 % moins de force cinétique par tir. Avatar a rapidement scanné le visage du soldat turois une fois qu'il a enlevé son casque. Son dossier l'identifiait comme Solares Vanore, un homme au service de l'armée turienne qui était présent en tant que sécurité. Bien que, il a donné peu d'autres informations de la note. La conversation entre lui, Raa, et Voira a indiqué qu'il était familier avec eux, et a donné quelques détails sur lui, mais Avatar a jugé qu'il n'y avait pas assez de temps pour maintenir une conversation. Si les forces ennemies se conduisaient comme prévu, elles convergeraient sur leur emplacement dans les deux à quatre minutes. Il est probable qu'ils seraient forcés de tenir contre au moins une attaque ennemie. Raa, et les autres diplomates qui tournaient le coin, ont montré des signes de stress du combat, mais consacrer du temps à les calmer ne valait pas le risque supplémentaire, a jugé Avatar. "Attention : il n'est pas conseillé de rester ici. Les forces hostiles convergeront peut-être sur notre site sous peu. Je recommande d'emménager dans le poste de sécurité et d'établir une position défensive pendant que je tente d'accéder à la sécurité du poste. » Avatar avait déjà noté que, malgré le fait que le groupe n'était pas parvenu à un consensus, Donny avait incité les autres à le suivre simplement en prenant des mesures devant quelqu'un d'autre. Avatar a décidé d'intégrer cette tactique dans son approche en se déplaçant à la porte de la station de sécurité à proximité et en l'ouvrant du panneau de commande à côté. Immédiatement, Avatar est entré dans la pièce et s'est déplacé à l'intérieur le long du mur avec son fusil à l'état prêt. En quelques instants, il a détecté un mouvement dans l'un des coins, à l'extrémité du côté droit de la pièce, une Turiane avait essayé de se cacher derrière une rangée de casiers d'armes sur le mur, mais l'angle entre les casiers et la porte donnait une ligne de vue claire. Contrairement à ceux qui se trouvaient dans la salle, elle portait des vêtements civils, mais une analyse faciale ne pouvait pas l'identifier comme membre de la délégation du Conseil. Il est probable qu'elle faisait partie de l'équipage civil de la station. La femme est sortie de derrière le casier tenant un pistolet « Predator » commun, qu'elle a pointé dans la direction d'Avatar et les autres entrant par la porte. En se basant sur son taux de respiration et les tremblements visibles dans ses mains, elle avait beaucoup peur. "Ne vous approchez pas! Je vais... je vais tirer... je suis sérieux! » Elle a étouffé.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

1 mois avant : Anhur, nébuleuse de l'aigle "Il n'y a pas d'honneur dans ce combat." "Alors on est venu le voir et on lui a tiré dessus. Ses potes savaient qu'ils ne se moquaient plus de nous et qu'ils s'enfuyaient. L'odeur de la pisse pourrait être sentie pendant des kilomètres! » La salle remplie d'un rugissement énorme de rires, boissons renversées sur toutes les tables comme de bons amis ont partagé des histoires d'exploits précédents. Banha sourit à la scène et prit une perruque de bonne Mead Humaine, le doux nectar chatouillant sa langue avant que le coup fort d'alcool le frappe comme un camion. "Ahhh, rien n'est mieux qu'une bonne boisson et le goût de la victoire. "Eh, Varhak?" Il sentit une énorme tape à la main sur son épaule, ses yeux s'élargissant dans la douleur avant de gesticuler l'homme derrière lui pour s'asseoir. "Banha." Le vieux Krogan grogne, sa voix graveuse profonde peut être déroutant pour certains, mais pas pour le Batarien. Il l'a trop entendu. "Il y a des nouvelles de John. Il a quelque chose sur l'Ombre qui se fout de nous." L'humeur joyeuse s'est soudainement terminée, tout le monde dans le bar se taisait soudainement. Beaucoup d'entre eux ont déjà eu affaire à l'Ombre avant et tout le monde dans la pièce a un peu de bœuf avec eux. Tous les Yakuza les détestaient "Les tristes Ombres, hein? Ces gars ont déchiré les territoires d'Hiroshima vraiment mauvais." Les cinq territoires de Yakuza. Kyoto, Nagasaki, Tokyo, Osaka et enfin Hiroshima. Chacun est régi par l'un des cinq généraux. En raison de la taille des Yakuza, Banha devait répartir la charge de travail. Donc il a fait les différents territoires, les nommant d'après les vieilles villes japonaises. Il a ensuite choisi quatre de ses membres de confiance pour gouverner chaque territoire. Reia de Nagasaki, Varhak de Tokyo, Nathaniel d'Osaka et Erkon d'Hiroshima. Bien sûr, Banha dirige le secteur de Kyoto, celui basé autour d'Anhur. "Hiroshima est en ruines. Erkon a été tué en allant à la réunion. Reia et Nathaniel sont arrivés en toute sécurité. À partir de ce moment, les territoires d'Hiroshima ne sont plus. Nous n'avons aucune influence sur Omega." Banha s'est serré le poing. S'il était révélé au public que Hiroshima est tombée, ce serait un signe de faiblesse pour leurs adversaires. Ils se précipitaient sur le Yakuza blessé, le paralysaient ou le terminaient pour de bon. Il n'a regardé autour du bar que pour voir des visages solennels autour de la pièce. Il n'y avait pas d'honneur dans ce combat. Pas de bataille ouverte, juste des chapitres tombant l'un après l'autre. Le bruit de la porte ouvrant a réveillé la pièce, têtes fouettées pour voir qui a brisé la tension. C'était un Turian, vêtu d'un kimono traditionnel, un uniforme imposé par Reia. C'était une chose simple, des nuances de noir et de gris avec un petit patch sur le cœur avec l'Hiragana pour Nagasaki dessus. L'extraterrestre avait l'air solennel et timide, il semblait que les nouvelles aient atteint loin. Nagasaki avait toujours eu des liens étroits avec Hiroshima, donc les Yakuza en eux avaient aussi des liens. Le bandeau du Turian avait le numéro "35", a noté le Batarien. "La réunion a commencé Banha-dono, Varhak-sama." Il a fait un geste pour qu'ils le suivent avant de sortir calmement de la porte. Les deux vieux copains se regardaient avant de suivre l'homme. Avant de sortir, Banha regarda les occupants de la pièce derrière lui. « Aujourd'hui est un jour de victoire, de fête et de boisson. Maintenez vos femmes serrées et faites la fête jusqu'à la fin de la nuit. Car la guerre arrive demain et nous avons besoin de vous tous prêts. » Il a fermé la porte, s'ils ne suivent pas ses instructions. Si c'était la guerre qu'ils voulaient, ils l'auront. Quinze minutes plus tard Banha entra dans une pièce grise, avec une table ronde au milieu. Les murs étaient gris, le plafond et le sol étaient gris et la seule chose qui décorait la chambre sombre et sinistre était la bannière à l'autre extrémité, le féroce dragon Yakuza. Un Asari assis sur le côté droit, portant un beau kimono floral. Les couleurs rouge, rose et bleue complimentaient sa peau d'azur, ses yeux affligés s'inclinaient vers eux avant de revenir parler à l'autre personne dans la pièce. Nathaniel était habillé d'un smoking simple, l'homme ne reconnaissant pas leur entrée dans la pièce. Varhak s'assit aux côtés de Reia tandis que Banha s'assit à côté de Nathaniel. Il y avait un silence solennel entre les quatre leaders, sentant le poids de la perte sur leurs épaules. Le Turian qui a conduit le Batarien dans poliment hoche la tête et ferme la porte derrière lui. "Nous devons récupérer Hiroshima." Il a hurlé, en accord avec les Asari de la table, mais il semblait que les autres n'étaient pas d'accord. "Hiroshima est un désert pour Yakuza. Vous savez quelle est la situation. Ils ont essuyé la quasi-totalité de la présence sur le territoire et la résistance est rapidement éliminée. Nous ne pouvons pas nous permettre de reprendre tout Hiroshima. » Reia s'est enrôlée dans le Krogan local, le mâle stoïque de Tokyo n'ayant pas pris soin de sa colère. "S'il vous plaît être raisonnable Reia" Nathaniel a commencé "Je comprends que la perte d'Hiroshima a fait du mal aux Nagasakis, mais nous ne pouvons rien faire sur notre situation. La perte d'Erkon nous fait mal à tous et si nous allons nous venger, nous allons agir intelligemment et immédiatement contre-attaquer l'ennemi maintenant pour reprendre Hiroshima est intrinsèquement stupide. » Ça a continué. Banha s'assit là au cours de la réunion. Les disputes et les insultes volaient autour de la table, même Varhak avait l'air d'être sur le point de souffler. Banha a parlé. "Silence." Les autres généraux regardèrent le fondateur, le Yakuza original. "J'ai reçu des nouvelles de John. Varhak peut confirmer ça. Ils ont été repérés dans la Nébuleuse de Pylos, il semble qu'ils aient une certaine activité là-bas. Je prendrai le groupe Katana First Response. Il n'y aura pas d'arguments, mais j'y vais. Si vous n'entendez pas parler de moi pendant deux semaines, supposons que je suis mort et nomme John comme nouveau chef de Kyoto. C'est ma parole. Jurez sur vos vies et celles de vos hommes que vous suivrez mes ordres." Il y avait le silence. Un jour avant le présent : Nouvelle colonie, Pylos Nebula "Fuck." C'est le seul mot qui puisse décrire la situation actuelle de Banha. Il était complètement et complètement baisé. L'attaque a complètement échoué, l'ennemi était trop pour la flotte du Batarien. C'était idiot, si tu y réfléchis. Il avait fortement sous-estimé les ressources et la taille de l'ennemi. Bien sûr, ils avaient vaincu les territoires d'Hiroshima, mais le puissant Katana First Response Group était un bon match pour n'importe quel gang, seigneur de guerre ou organisation. Il avait tort. Banha de Kyoto, fondateur de l'une des organisations criminelles les plus influentes de la galaxie, est coincé dans une colonie de Pylos Nebula en attendant qu'un satané vaisseau commence à travailler pour qu'il puisse se rendre dans une colonie qui a des provisions dont il est à court. Passer par quelques villages et voler des trucs ne vous soutient pas longtemps, vous et douze autres. "Banha-dono, nous avons réparé les vaisseaux et nous prévoyons d'aller à la colonie maintenant." Banha a éclairé et a marché vers la clairière où les deux vaisseaux ont été réparés. Ils ont été patchés avec du métal ondulé et ils ressemblaient qu'ils étaient d'un scrapyard, mais les deux vieux mais robustes Mantis semblait en état de travail. Le Batarien rassembla ses hommes et partit pour la colonie temporaire. Quand ils sont arrivés dans la colonie, les Yakuza ont rapidement obtenu des provisions pour les deux Mantis et de la nourriture. Le groupe brisé s'est rapidement établi dans les quelques bâtiments fabriqués de la colonie temporaire. (Je suis désolé pour la qualité de la fin, je voulais juste faire le post. La plupart de mes autres postes ne seront probablement pas aussi longs, mais cela dépend de la situation. Encore une fois, désolé pour la fin apparemment précipitée.)

Name: Banha Akiyama Species: Batarian Age: 34 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Heavily Modified M-99 Saber -Assault Rifle Magazine Upgrade II -Adjustable Thermal Scope -Incendiary Rounds -Omni Blade Mod -Digital Camo M9 Tempest Omni Tool -Omni-Shinken -Fitted on hand instead of arm, better use of Shinken -Listens to Earth Jazz, Batarian Classical Music and Salarian Rap. Skills and Abilities: 4th Dan Iaido -Banha is a practitioner of Iaido, probably the lone Batarian to study a Human martial art. His adoptive father, Shinku Akiyama, was a famous master of the dying art. When he found the little 4 year old Banha, he naturally adopted him and taught him the ways of Iaido. The Batarian can now practice his Iaido through all of the katas, preferring the standing kata to the sitting ones. Iaido calms Banha in a spiritual sense, letting himself sink into the kata. With a flash of his blade, the samaritan can slice a man in half. Shooting -As the leader of the fledgling New Yakuza, he has been labelled as a criminal by multiple factions (mostly Batarian led ones) and many bounties have been made for his head. Naturally, Banha needed to defend himself, his father and their foundling mercenary band/drug empire. The Batarian has a preference of a semi automatic assault rifle coupled with a fast firing SMG. Interrogation -With his intimidating look, Banha can make you piss yourself and spill out any secret. He learned the ways of torture from Varhak, an ex-Blood Pack member now Yakuza. Background: Banha was born on the planet of Anhur in the Eagle Nebula. Though damaged by the Reaper Invasion, the Human-Batarian colony has since prospered, their natural wealth carrying them through the hardships. Born in the capital New Thebes, little Banha didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang. Shinku Akiyama, the so called "Last Yakuza", a title that have confused many aliens and humans who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling Batarian child on his doorstep. He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Shinku, then a comparatively young 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Japanese man took the young Batarian in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective. The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Banha never had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. The Batarian wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Shinku to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleia, an Asari that could be called Shinku's girlfriend and someone who Banha affectionately calls mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleia's modesty. After an hour of training with Shinku, Banha gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day. Banha returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleia, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight. Shinku had committed seppuku. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body. If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the samurai. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleia, not Banha. Aleia, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Banha for me please? Banha, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word Yakuza was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a Yakuza and my whole heritage were Yakuza. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Yakuza. But I want to give the reigns to you, Banha. Don't make the same mistake I made where I left the Yakuza name to die. I beg you to make a New Yakuza. Better, fiercer and more feared than the last. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P. Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Shinku. Banha left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Shinku's body up. He assumed that Aleia hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the Batarian was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face. He packed up and scoured the city for a new home, somewhere to live and build up his legacy. His brotherhood. His New Yakuza. Banha started out small, doing the odd job or two, robbing small stores and pick pocketing. He also began to spy on his opposition. There was the "8 Street Saints", a primarily Human group led by a man named Jay. They were quite a big gang, lots of territory and lots of money. They pale of course to the biggest gang in New Thebes, "Drummond&Co", an off world syndicate wanting to dip their fingers into Anhur's natural wealth. It started off slow due to Drummond&Co beginning to take out any competition. The so called "Gang War" erupted in New Thebes between the 8 Street Saints and Drummond&Co, famously known because of the police effectively turning a blind eye to the various battles erupting in the mega city. Because of this, being the leader of an amateur gang wasn't the best. Gangs were absorbed left, right and centre, both big shot gangs wanting to get bigger and bigger to defeat the other. As the war escalated, Banha began to seek for some men of his own. Because of the way the war was going, there were a lot of previously powerful gangs left in tatters, leaving them looking for some sort of glimpse of the old days. The Batarian slowly started to gather some allies, making some sort of army of his own. One day his right hand man Urdnot Varhak, an ex-Blood Pack member and now part of the New Yakuza, suggested something. "Sir." The Krogan said "I believe we should create some sort of uniform or emblem for this New Yakuza. His motley crew of varren needs to be separated from the rest of the varren." He gestured to the group of Batarians, Humans, Vorcha, Turians and so on. The New Yakuza wasn't just made up of Humans, there was a whole lot of different races. Banha eventually agreed to the Krogan's ramblings of a uniform. Though not in a way the Krogan expected. He made it compulsory to wear a red headband around the head at all times to signify their alliance with the New Yakuza. There was Japanese Kanji on every single one of them, saying their rank and name. Rank worked like a number system. The higher respect and honour you have, the higher your number. So on Banha's red band, it had the Kanji for 58 on it while some of the new recruits had the number 1 on it. It was also compulsory to learn the ways of Iaido, even those who complained that it was a dying art and "obsolete" in the age of mass effect. He smacked them with his bokken. The New Yakuza grew under the other two, feeding from their crumbs and growing in power. They got most of their revenue from drug trafficking, money laundering and transport of illegal goods. They only snipped away at the other two big gangs, stealing a container there and stealing from a store they were getting income from. The gang eventually grew and grew until a huge 5000 members made it that they couldn't hide any longer. Banha released the horde. From every chapter house, club and store the New Yakuza hid in, poured member after member, surprising the various 8 Street Saint chapters. They were eventually overwhelmed and in two days, the 8 Street Saints were no more. He turned to Drummond&Co but found that they were no more. They upped and left Anhur. Years afterwards, the New Yakuza has spread it's influence drastically. Anhur became the capital of this empire. They were found all over the Attican Traverse and the Terminus Systems. Chapters popped up everywhere and the New Yakuza reached a golden age. They had many allies but even more enemies. From the different factions of Batarians, the different mercenary groups and even more. The most interesting of them was this Shadow Organisation, snipping away at them, destroying a few chapter here and there. This made Banha furious as they never left any footprints so the best of the best the New Yakuza had couldn't be put to use. When he heard that the Shadow Organisation was targeting some colony in the Pylos Nebula, he gathered few ships of his own and immediately followed. Later did he realise that the Shadow Organisation was more than a match for his little gathering of ships and destroyed the fleet, forcing Banha to escape in an old Mantis Gunship with a few of his other Yakuza with him and onto the planet.

Les mandibules de Tacticus ont explosé quelques fois en rapide succession alors qu'il baissait son arme. Pourquoi il y avait d'autres spec-ops sur la station? Personne ne leur en avait parlé. Numso et Cactus ont échangé des regards à nouveau et ont éteint leurs armes et ont ensuite été rapidement poussés hors du chemin par les Asari... qui semblaient connaître le Turian. Le nom n'a pas sonné une cloche pour lui mais il connaissait AGTSAT et ce que leurs opérateurs étaient pour. À la différence de la Cabale, ils avaient la capacité de quitter leur service. Ils ont également été utilisés beaucoup plus différemment que toutes les troupes de choc biotiques. Quand il est devenu clair que l'ALSO Quarien connaissait le Turian, il a décidé qu'il valait mieux partir. "Je vérifierais l'autre diplomate turois que nous avons réussi à sortir du sol de l'assassinat. Il pourrait être à toi." Tacticus dit qu'il a commencé à revenir à son équipe qui étaient tous assis sur le sol se reposant de l'utilisation extrême de la biotique. Bien sûr, Sura était toujours debout les mains sur ses hanches les donnant tous sur ce qu'ils auraient pu faire mieux. "Maman, tu as attrapé tout ça?" Tourner sur ses talons rapidement et répondre tout aussi vite. "Oui, je l'ai fait et je m'intéresse au fait que je n'ai pas été informé que ce type soit ici. Le commandement va devoir me répondre à ce sujet à notre retour. Quoi qu'il en soit, avoir d'autres spec-ops amicaux ici est le moins utile à dire." Avant de pouvoir répondre, Avatar les informa qu'ils auraient besoin de défendre l'emplacement et qu'ils devraient agir rapidement pour faire une position défendable. Sura se retourna vers le groupe de repos et commença à les aboyer pour se remettre au combat. Puisque Tacticus était encore relativement frais, il a fait son chemin vers la porte d'abord avec les autres qui avaient été en tête plus tôt. Quand ils sont entrés dans le poste de sécurité avec une arme pointée sur eux Tacticus à peu près tiré sur la place des femmes dans la tête avec son pistolet lourd. La seule chose qui l'a arrêté, c'est à quel point l'arme tremblait. Cactus a supprimé un rire et a fêlé un sourire. Elle n'allait pas leur tirer dessus, même si elle l'avait fait, il ne pouvait pas imaginer qu'elle frapperait une putain de chose. Même si ce serait plus rapide de lui tirer dessus et d'être sur leur chemin, il a supposé que quelqu'un aurait un problème avec ça. Il a également deviné que ce serait illégal ou quelque chose de tirer sur un civil s'ils avaient la chance de la désarmer alors il a décidé contre elle. "Regardez Madame, franchement nous ne nous soucions pas vraiment pourquoi vous êtes ici ou avec qui vous êtes. Baissez l'arme, éloignez-vous du terminal, et nous serons en route. Tu ne veux pas mourir pour ce que c'est. Tacticus a dit gesticuler avec son aide autour de la pièce. Si cela prenait trop de temps Cactus était prêt à la charger aussi et à la soumettre au sol. Il voulait vraiment quitter la gare.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

C'est l'idée. Soit le Geth, soit Raa fermeront tout ce qui nous enferme pendant que nous les couvrirons. Je sais que ce n'est pas une preuve stupide, mais nous n'avons ni le temps ni les infos pour rien de mieux. On devrait se dépêcher. Ce sera beaucoup plus difficile si mon peuple est abattu. Donny était de plus en plus impatient et inquiet à la minute. Alors que la plupart des autres soldats étaient en fait très compétents, alors qu'il l'était, il ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de penser à quel genre de désastre ils pourraient se trouver si l'ennemi était capable de les surpasser, ou simplement d'avoir de la chance. Le geth était déjà en train de prendre le point suivi par certains des turian.s donny couru pour les rattraper, mais s'est attardé derrière pour les laisser prendre les premiers coups si quelque chose est venu. Et quelque chose a fait, mais pas exactement ce qu'il attendait. Dans ce qui semblait être une pièce pleine d'armes était une femme turienne solitaire. Donny et Tacticus ont failli lui tirer dessus, mais ont remarqué qu'elle était civile. Donny a hésité. Même s'il n'était pas probable que chaque Turien ou extraterrestre sur ce navire était son ennemi, Donny était incertain s'il devait laisser celui-ci vivre. Elle était évidemment armée et dangereuse, mais aussi évidemment effrayée par son esprit. Donny aurait fait la même chose dans sa situation elle-même. Il ne pouvait que se couvrir et écouter Tacticus essayer de la convaincre, mais l'homme avait des doutes sur le fait que Tacticus était particulièrement charmant. En regardant les autres derrière lui, Donny parlait un peu tranquillement. "Pssht, quelqu'un pourrait-il parler à cette civvie? Je préfère ne pas avoir à l'abattre, mais elle commence à avoir l'air d'une gâchette heureuse..."

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Raa avait facilement été amenée aux côtés des autres diplomates. Son esprit était encore ébranlé par l'expérience en jouant la scène dans sa tête, essayant de se calmer depuis la fin du chaos. C'est alors qu'elle a reconnu Solares. Ses yeux clignaient et la tête s'appuyait pour examiner le turian plus près, en s'assurant qu'elle ne voyait pas les choses. Il était occupé à parler avec Voira et l'humain, faisant Raa écouter et regarder pour peu. C'était jusqu'à ce que Solares passe devant les Turians et s'adresse à elle a-t-elle pris toute l'attention. "Raa de Seem n'a pas suivi mes conseils sur les modifications pour vous rendre moins odieux, RK. En parlant de ça, comment va mon Quarien préféré, tenir bon je l'espère?" La main de Solares sur son épaule l'a fait se détendre. Elle lui a donné un petit sourire, même si c'était invisible au-delà de son casque. "Vous avez semblé secoué pendant la bataille, une fois que vous êtes dans assez d'entre eux qui n'arriveront plus. Je suis plus préoccupé par votre bien-être cependant, vous n'avez pas été touché ou causé trop de traumatismes mentaux étaient vous?" Ses yeux se tournèrent vers l'inquiétude et regardèrent autour de sa figure, inspectant les larmes ou les blessures. Non, ça va. J'ai réussi à rester près du mur, en évitant quelques appels rapprochés. Raa a déclaré, ses yeux ont évité les regards de Voira, tout en notant que RK lui collait la langue à chiffres. Au moins, je ne mets pas mes amis en danger, turian.L'IA a remarqué et se référait à la scène quand ils se sont rencontrés pour la première fois. Elle avait été contre elle tout le temps encore ne pouvait pas faire beaucoup pour persuader Raa d'être naïve. Avant que Solares ne puisse probablement répondre, Avatar parlait dans sa voix artificielle. "Attention : il n'est pas conseillé de rester ici. Les forces hostiles convergeront peut-être sur notre site sous peu. Je recommande d'emménager dans le poste de sécurité et d'établir une position défensive pendant que je tente d'accéder à la sécurité du poste. » Rapidement, avant de suivre le Geth, Donny a ajouté. "C'est l'idée. Soit le Geth, soit Raa fermeront tout ce qui nous enferme pendant que nous les couvrirons. Je sais que ce n'est pas une preuve stupide, mais nous n'avons ni le temps ni les infos pour rien de mieux. On devrait se dépêcher. Ce sera beaucoup plus difficile si mon peuple est abattu." Son attention remonta à la plate-forme, repérant le Geth qui se dirigeait déjà vers la porte et commença à l'ouvrir. Ses doigts tapotèrent rapidement le panneau de commande, puis levèrent son nouveau fusil, et entrèrent dans la pièce. Raa s'est attelée à suivre, bien qu'elle savait qu'il n'aurait pas besoin de son aide et qu'il s'échapperait encore une fois de Voira. Attention à ne pas risquer d'être impliquée dans une fusillade, elle est restée à côté de la porte et a regardé. Naturellement, les autres étaient déjà là, y compris Voira, prenant position derrière Avatar. Vous ne savez pas ce que le Geth fixait, une autre turiane, une femelle, branlée et pointée sur son pistolet à Avatar. Sa main tremblait alors qu'elle parlait, les yeux s'élargissaient de peur, tandis qu'elle étouffait. "Ne vous approchez pas! Je vais... je vais tirer... je suis sérieux! » L'expression de Raa est pâle. Ses mains poussèrent jusqu'à son morceau de bouche et s'étonna au début, pour la première se demandant si elle allait se faire tirer dessus maintenant. Lentement, son esprit s'est rendu compte à quel point l'arme était fragile. Quelque chose qu'un tueur prévu n'aurait pas fait, ses yeux se concentrant sur l'individu et ne savent pas quoi faire. L'un des cabalistes près d'elle a commencé à rire et a fêlé un sourire, apparemment en sachant quelque chose qu'elle n'avait pas. Ce que c'était, cependant, était un mystère. Bravemment, le turian s'est avancé. "Regardez Madame, franchement nous ne nous soucions pas vraiment pourquoi vous êtes ici ou avec qui vous êtes. Baissez l'arme, éloignez-vous du terminal, et nous serons en route. Tu ne veux pas mourir pour ce que c'est. Sa main, libérée de son arme, agita la pièce pour que le civilain comprenne. Pendant que le turian parlait, l'homme regardait derrière son épaule pour chuchoter. "Pssht, quelqu'un pourrait-il parler à cette civvie? Je préfère ne pas avoir à l'abattre, mais elle commence à avoir l'air d'une gâchette heureuse..." Raa a immédiatement avancé et a passé son arme aux asari, ne se permettant pas d'être arrêtée. Elle passait devant l'humain et le turien, pour se reposer près de la Geth où elle tenait lentement les mains droites pour voir qu'elle était désarmée. Sa tête s'inclinait d'une manière amicale alors qu'elle parlait d'une voix claire mais gentille. Je vais retourner ma transparence, est-ce que ça va? Donc vous pouvez voir mon visage et déterminer ce que je dis n'est pas mentir. Est-ce que ça va? Turian hoche comme la main de Raa, doucement atteint pour le côté du casque. Elle a appuyé sur le bouton qui l'a fait faire un sifflement doux, son visage plus clair vu à travers la visière. Très bien. Laissez-les respirer et calmez-vous. Personne ne veut blesser qui que ce soit, car on a failli se tuer. Si tu regardes mon ami asari, là-bas, Raa a pointé vers Voira. On vient d'être attaqués quand des inconnus ont essayé de prendre la chambre en otage. On a à peine réussi. Maintenant nous essayons tous de trouver un refuge, mais nous devons arriver à un de ces terminaux. Voulez-vous me laisser ou mon ami, Avatar, les atteindre?

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

La femme turienne semblait seulement devenir plus paniquée alors que plus de gens entraient dans la pièce. Au début, son arme s'est dardée entre chaque cible nouvellement arrivée, mais elle s'est finalement décidée à la mettre à niveau à Raa une fois qu'elle a commencé à parler. Elle a regardé chacun des gens que Raa a pointés comme elle les a mentionnés, mais son arme n'a pas bougé. Cependant, elle était au moins à l'écoute de Raa, et elle était prête à répondre. "Je ne te fais pas confiance! Reculez! Vous êtes... du Conseil, n'est-ce pas? Pourquoi devrais-je faire confiance au Conseil? Tu t'en fous de nous, tu veux juste notre planète. Tu vas juste... m'enfermer pour le reste de ma vie pour t'avoir pointé cette chose sur toi. Je préfèrerais mourir!" Avatar est resté silencieux pendant que les autres parlaient, car il savait qu'il était le moins qualifié parmi eux pour négocier avec un individu émotionnellement compromis. Il était conscient que, lorsqu'ils étaient influencés par l'émotion, les organiques pouvaient se comporter irrationnellement, même lorsqu'ils étaient confrontés à des preuves indéniables d'une erreur dans leurs actions. Si les Turians s'engageaient dans une fusillade avec leur équipe à sa force actuelle, la probabilité de survie était négligeable. Toutefois, si elle lui présentait cette probabilité, elle n'était toujours pas susceptible d'être dissuadée. Avatar ne comprenait pas comment faire appel à l'émotion, de sorte que la tâche de calmer le Turian tomba aux autres. Sur le plan interne, cependant, elle calculait la probabilité que le temps passé par les forces hostiles arrive au poste de sécurité. Une fois de plus en utilisant la radio, Avatar communiquait avec les autres sans parler à haute voix. "La probabilité d'arrivée des forces hostiles en dix secondes est d'environ 12%, en hausse de 0,38% par seconde." Ça l'a prévenu.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Sans dire un mot, Solares a rapidement tiré Raa dans un câlin affectueux qui n'a duré que quelques secondes. Il était sûr d'attraper Raa hors-garde, et de contrarier Voria mais dans sa défense il n'en avait vu aucun depuis de nombreuses années. Après avoir lâché Raa, il s'est emparé de son casque et l'a remis sur sa tête, le fermant en position avec un doux son presque inaudible. Un instant, Raa, j'ai une arme pour vous que je n'ai pas besoin ou même que je veux.Il a atteint le dos de son armure de combat numérique urbaine et a saisi le pistolet de bourreau qu'il venait de tirer il y a quelques instants. Prenez ceci et soyez prudent, il utilise des munitions explosives.Les solaires se retournent rapidement pour regarder Avatar qui les avertissait qu'ils devraient se déplacer à la baie d'amarrage parce qu'il y avait une grande chance que les forces hostiles puissent converger sur leur emplacement. Je suis d'accord, nous devrions nous déplacer dans la baie d'amarrage dès que possible. Alors qu'ils entraient dans un poste de sécurité peu de temps après leur départ, une Turiane seule qui semblait être une civile sortit de sa clandestinité en brandissant un pistolet à faible niveau et pour la plupart inoffensif par rapport à leurs armes. Ne voulant pas prendre de risque, Solares a rapidement retiré le fusil de chasse de l'arrière de son armure et a attaqué une étouffement de muselière à elle, prenant le but avec des coups de tête de marteau chargé. La Turiane a pointé son arme sur chacun des membres du groupe en leur criant de rester en arrière et en leur jetant des menaces vides. « Si quelqu'un ne fait pas quelque chose rapidement, nous allons nous faire ébranler par des ennemis et finir par être tués. » Il a regardé à Avatar et a mouvementé au Turian, "Pensez que vous pouvez surcharger son arme?" Il a dit tranquillement dans ses casques com pour que seul son équipe puisse l'entendre.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Voira a hurlé sur les mots de RK avant de sourire rassurantement à Raa. "Nous allons parfaitement bien. On ne s'est même pas approchés d'être abattus. N'oubliez pas de rester derrière nous et le reste. Nous ne voulons pas que vous vous engagiez dans la ligne de feu, surtout sans votre bouclier." Elle se contenta de regarder Solares pendant qu'il tirait Raa dans un câlin, lui essuyant rapidement le visage avant que RK ou Raa ne puisse le voir (le premier faisant sans doute un commentaire sarcastique et très pointu). Elle a levé un sourcil à Solares alors qu'il remettait un pistolet avec des munitions explosives à Raa, puis a décollé après le Geth. Ignorant tout ce que l'homme qui les avait traînés dans ce désordre et les Cabalistes disaient qu'elle a fait un petit commentaire à Raa. "Soyez prudents, nous sommes presque au poste de sécurité. Qui sait si quelqu'un d'autre va venir de derrière comme Solarus, et se présenter avec des balles dans le dos plutôt que d'aider amicalement à tuer l'opposition locale. Restez en sécurité." Elle a tiré de nouveau son fusil d'assaut et a suivi le reste dans le poste de sécurité. Contrairement à tout le monde (à l'exception de Raa) dans la pièce, elle ne visait pas son arme, ne riait pas ou ne parlait pas durement aussi les civils. Plutôt son expression adoucit dans la sympathie. Avant qu'elle ne puisse faire quoi que ce soit, ou encourager Raa à faire quoi que ce soit, le satané cabaliste a parlé franchement et l'humain a parlé assez fort pour que toute la station spatiale le voie. Plutôt que de les frapper tous les deux, Voira regarda par-dessus son épaule à Raa. Le Quarien progressait déjà et Voira a hurlé d'un clin d'œil encourageant (si incroyablement nerveux). "Soyez prudent." Elle a murmuré pendant que Raa marchait devant elle. L'Asari est tombée à un pas derrière la Quarienne, son arme a été étouffée et les mains légèrement levées pour montrer qu'elle ne signifiait aucun mal. Alors que Raa parlait à la tournure turienne Voira, bloquant efficacement les tirs des coureurs avant du Turian, son dos démangeant à l'idée d'une arme pointée sur Raa et elle ne pouvait pas voir à faire quoi que ce soit à ce sujet. Elle menaçait Cactus comme il était le plus proche, tournant son regard vers chacun des plus proches de Raa. "Abattez vos armes, vous rendez les Turian nerveux. Solarus, ça veut dire toi et ton fusil. Avatar, pas de surcharge du pistolet à moins qu'on ait l'impression qu'elle est sur le point de tirer. Je vous jure que si l'un d'entre vous se fait tirer sur Raa ou se blesser, je vous évaderai comme un cochon, très lentement. Nous allons attendre, 12% et.32 ou ce que jamais putain et se levant être damnés, et laisser Raa parler d'elle." Elle parlait doucement, mais farouchement, dans sa propre radio. Ses yeux se déplaçaient d'une personne à l'autre, les osant faire quelque chose de stupide.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Raa était sûre qu'elle allait se faire tirer dessus. Ses mains levées là où le turian pouvait les voir et légèrement trembler, esprit de course avec de nombreuses possibilités avec comment cela allait se produire. Il n'a pas été difficile de sentir les nerfs se balancer à travers le moment où elle a passé l'arme à Voira, Solares, toujours placé dans sa poche de ceinture à l'arrière, tandis que la scène semblait empirer à l'instant. La femme était clairement effrayée par tout le monde entrant dans la pièce et il n'était pas étonnant pourquoi. Elle était menacée, traitée comme une blague, et pire par ceux qui étaient entrés. Raa ne pouvait comprendre que pourquoi alors qu'elle essayait d'ignorer l'avertissement d'Avatar pour le moment. "La probabilité d'arrivée des forces hostiles en dix secondes est d'environ 12%, en hausse de 0,38% par seconde." Il a prévenu par la radio. « Si quelqu'un ne fait pas quelque chose rapidement, nous allons nous faire ébranler par des ennemis et finir par être tués. » Solares parlait fort, rendant Raa plus nerveux. Pendant ce temps, RK a attrapé Solares.... peu de murmure sur le casque radio-Raa....on a été coupé pour éviter la panique et la distraction après le commentaire de Solares....et a griffé ses dents numériques, ce qui a provoqué l'omnitool à s'énerver. Pour la plupart des gens, ça ressemblait à de l'étrangeté, mais pour Solares, Voira, Raa et très probablement d'autres, ils savaient que c'était du RK. La voix de Raa était douce et gentille en parlant. Nous devons sortir d'ici et faire ça, j'ai besoin d'arriver au terminal avant qu'ils n'arrivent. Sinon, les choses vont empirer. S'il te plaît. Je vais faire un pas vers toi, d'accord? Elle a fait un petit pas, en essayant jusqu'où elle est arrivée jusqu'au turian. En entendant les paroles de Voira, RK a parlé tranquillement dans les radios. Je vous conseille de faire ce que dit l'asari. Quant à la surcharge, elle n'a pas changé si on ne peut pas l'éloigner du casier à armes. Elle va juste en prendre un autre et Raa risque de se faire tirer dessus. En ce moment, nous perdons du temps et autant que je veux donner du temps à Raa, il n'y a rien à donner. Quelqu'un peut soulever le turian en l'air après que j'ai surchargé l'arme? Alors frappe-la dans le mur assez fort pour l'évacuer. Cru, mais efficace et nous allons permettre à Raa de réparer la blessure plus tard. Malheureusement, je sais que Raa ne sera pas d'accord et fera quelque chose amèrement afin que quelqu'un doive probablement arrêter cela. Solares, pensez-vous que vous pouvez? Comme si on sentait la voix protester, l'IA a fouetté sur les asari. Avant de vous disputer, Voira. Considérez ceci: Quand les balles volent et les turians dans un état instable, qui pensez-vous est la première cible? C'est Raa. Autant je veux croire qu'elle peut faire ça, toi et moi savons que le temps tourne. Qu'est-ce qui est plus important, Raa sortir vivante ou sa fierté?

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Le Turian a fait quelques pas en arrière, plus près du casier à armes. Elle a commencé à se serrer la tête lentement alors que ses mains ont commencé à se serrer encore plus violemment. "Non, ils ne sont pas là pour moi, ils sont là pour toi. Ils nous ont offert de nous aider, pas de prendre nos terres et nos moyens de subsistance. Tu vas juste me prendre en prison... ou en otage. Ils m'ont dit ce que tu ferais." Avatar est resté silencieux puisqu'il a pris note de certaines des informations que le Turian divulguait. Il semblait que l'hypothèse selon laquelle les civils locaux, au moins à bord de la station, s'opposaient à la force hostile était erronée. En se fondant sur la perception apparente du Conseil par le Turian, et sur son attitude à l'égard des ennemis entrants, elle semblait les soutenir. Il n'était pas certain que la même chose resterait vraie pour le reste de la population de la planète, mais pour le moment, ce Turian semblait considérer la force hostile comme des sauveurs potentiels. "Si tu veux me tuer, fais-le!" Les Turiens crièrent, mais alors même qu'elle devint plus forte, les larmes commencèrent à se former dans ses yeux, et sa voix devint plus tendue. Avec son arme encore pointée tout droit, elle a continué à regarder Raa tout en sanglotant légèrement, mais pas encore en appuyant sur la gâchette.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Quand Raa a avancé, elle a remarqué que le Turian a soudainement eu peur et son propre corps s'est gelé. La femme a tenu son arme et a commencé à s'éloigner plus loin, ses mandibules tremblant dans la terreur, alors qu'elle secouait. Elle était agitée et agitée, chaque centimètre de son regard se rapprochait de tirer sur la gâchette. Contrairement à l'autre croyance, le quarien était certain que le Turian tirerait sur la détente et son casque se briserait, en envoyant son cerveau éclaboussant sur les autres. l'image grisly rempli sa tête faisant Raa trembler légèrement comme elle l'a poussé loin, en essayant de se concentrer sur le présent et pas l'avenir possible. Regarde-moi. Est-ce que j'ai vraiment l'air de quelqu'un qui pourrait te prendre en otage? J'ai été engagé à l'origine pour des services de technologie et de logiciel grâce à une amie. » Raa a dit dans sa voix la plus douce et la plus douce. J'ai seulement 21 ans, je m'appelle Raa.Kinsa nar Rannoch. Elle a ensuite déplacé sa main prudemment, espérant qu'ils pourraient aider à se prévenir d'être fusillés, gesturant à chacun qu'elle connaissait. "C'est Voira et Solares." Elle ne s'est pas arrêtée pour voir la réaction comme elle continuait. "Solares" est un Turian qui travaille pour C-Sec, il est lié par les mêmes lois. Tu connais C-Sec, n'est-ce pas? Je sais que tu as peur et pourquoi, je me souviens d'être de retour sur la Citadelle. J'ai failli devenir esclave une fois parce que je me suis mêlée à la mauvaise foule. Je ne souhaite jamais ça à personne, s'il vous plaît, laissez-moi vous aider. Je n'ai laissé personne te blesser.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Donny regarda et écouta attentivement Raa essayer de parler de ce turian. Il a continué à se frapper mentalement, comme à propos de toutes les alarmes dans sa tête juste a continué à lui dire de tuer le turian. C'était son entraînement, et c'était plutôt efficace. S'il était seul et pressé, il aurait pu lui tirer dessus sans réfléchir. Il a essayé de ne pas trop réfléchir à la façon dont sa morale était lâche. C'était un soldat, elle était armée. Sur le champ de bataille ne pas être en mesure de prendre des décisions fractionnées seconde fait toute la différence entre être mort ou vivant. Mais maintenant Raa risquait sa queue en essayant de calmer ce turian, qui surpasse tous les nombres et les armes, et qu'est-ce qu'il fait? Regarde. Il doit faire quelque chose. Il sait qu'il pourrait faire plus. Lentement mis son fusil sur le sol, Donny se leva, les mains ouvertes et en l'air pour le turian à voir. Il n'avait aucune idée de ce qu'il faisait, mais il était trop tard pour l'arrêter maintenant. Il devait aider Raa. Il ne pouvait pas vivre avec la culpabilité d'une civvie mourant à cause des négociations. "Nous voulons seulement vivre, comme vous. Nous voulons pouvoir rentrer chez nous et voir nos familles. Et surtout, nous ne voulons pas nous battre." Le casque de Donny s'est effondré, révélant son visage très humain. Il n'avait même pas ses boucliers, le rendant encore plus exposé à la mort. Mais quoi que ce soit pour que le Turian sache qu'il n'essayait pas de la piéger ou de l'amener à baisser sa garde. Il devait s'assurer qu'elle se sente toujours comme si elle pouvait sortir de ce vivant. "Je suis peut-être humain, mais je ne veux ni toi, ni Raa, ni personne d'autre ici pour mourir. Je ne sais même pas pourquoi on est attaqués. Mais je veux sauver autant de gens que je peux. Je veux te sauver. S'il vous plaît, baissez votre arme. Viens avec nous. Nous allons vous protéger et vous mettre en sécurité. Je te promets que tu n'auras pas à t'inquiéter que quelqu'un te blesse, et que tu pourras rentrer chez toi." Donny s'est levé lentement à côté de Raa. C'était pour deux raisons : Une pour que le turian puisse le voir et regarder son visage, qui, espérons-le, lui semblait honnête. La deuxième raison était qu'elle pourrait viser son arme à Donny à la place, et si elle tire, il pourrait frapper Raa au sol pour la protéger contre les coups de feu. Ce n'était pas un plan de preuve stupide, mais c'était fait-ou-mort maintenant.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Tacticus commençait à s'impatienter de la situation. Chaque seconde qu'ils gaspillaient, ils se rapprochaient d'être capturés ou tués, bien que ces deux choses étaient probablement les mêmes. Ça n'a pas aidé quand Avatar lui a donné quelque chose à compter. Cela n'a pas aidé l'extrême inconfort qu'il ressentait dans cette situation. Je suis un soldat de choc pour l'amour des esprits! Il a réfléchi. Son travail n'était pas de négocier, ni de cœurs et d'esprits, c'était le travail du corps de presse! Il a commencé à serrer sa mâchoire assez étroitement en essayant de maîtriser ses nerfs. Cette situation était absurde pour lui à ce stade. Chaque seconde, il comptait dans le fond de son esprit plus chaque fibre de son être était prêt à risquer le tir. Ces gens ne faisaient pas partie de son équipe... sa famille, en enfer ils ne faisaient même pas partie de la mission. De son coin de l'œil, il a remarqué le reste de la cabale moins la pile de Sura de retour hors de la pièce pour faire des défenses. Si Sura ne tirait pas encore, il ne devrait pas l'être? Le commentaire sur lequel les différents partis s'attardaient l'aidait au moins à penser qu'il y avait au moins un plan dans ce chaos. Si les Asari étaient prêts à neutraliser les femmes, il était surtout sûr qu'il serait en mesure de suivre sans tuer personne. C'est ce que ces fous voulaient de toute façon, n'est-ce pas? Pas pour tuer qui que ce soit, c'est sûr que c'était un concept étranger compte tenu de la situation. Puis encore une fois, il était surtout sûr qu'il ne tuerait pas les Turianes... surtout. Il a débattu un moment s'il s'en souciait, la réponse à cela n'a pas changé depuis qu'il est entré dans la salle pour la première fois. Couvrant sa bouche légèrement de la vue des femmes turiennes avec son épaule droite, il murmura dans les comms. "Si tu l'emmènes... Je peux suivre pour la prise." Il espérait juste que les Asari comprendraient ce qu'il voulait dire ou plutôt qu'il se conformerait à son idée. Son adhérence s'est serrée sur son pistolet alors qu'il pensait à des choses qui l'aideraient à oublier l'analyse coût-bénéfice qu'il était obligé de faire. Puis l'Homme marcha vers l'avant, remplissant Cactus d'une rage invisible. Les humains allaient les faire tuer, n'est-ce pas? Ils ne pouvaient pas encore être en colère pour la première guerre de contact, n'est-ce pas? Quoi qu'il en soit, ces gens semblaient vouloir mourir. Surtout Donny, considérant qu'il a remarqué le léger scintillement de son bouclier pendant qu'il le désactivait. Les chances qu'il frappe l'un des deux à l'arrière de la tête à ce point était élevée. Cela lui a fait enlever l'œil d'une balle dans la tête des femmes mais garde toujours l'arme dans sa direction. Si la merde frappait le ventilateur à l'heure actuelle, ses chances de réduire les pertes alliées étaient meilleures avec une charge. Il s'est mis hors de sa position de tir et plus d'un coup de feu. Puis quelque chose d'autre s'est éraflé sur son cerveau. "Lady, si ça comptait, on aurait pu te tuer il y a un moment. Nous voulons vraiment sortir d'ici en vie." Cactus a dit d'une voix moins rigide qu'il n'avait utilisé tout le temps qu'ils avaient été sur la station.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Bien que la peur ait encore imprégné son corps, elle a commencé à montrer des indices de surprise une fois que Raa a changé de ton. Elle ne savait pas qu'elle parlait à quelqu'un qui était à peine un adulte, et elle ne savait pas quoi faire. Dans son esprit étaient des craintes profondes contre le Concile, mais même elle ne pensait pas que tous les billions d'âmes qui vivaient sous eux étaient tout aussi corrompus. Elle n'a pas fait confiance au Turian en C-Sec, mais elle l'a largement ignoré. Raa était celle qui était relatable. "Un... esclave?" Elle bégayait, ses bras tremblaient alors qu'elle commençait à ressentir une certaine incertitude. Être devenu un véritable esclave du Concile était l'une de ses craintes, donc la mention de cela l'a fait réfléchir. Les Turiens se sont une fois de plus tendus quand Donny a commencé à avancer, mais le fait qu'il avait posé son fusil, et son attitude sympathique l'a surpris une fois de plus. Elle n'attendait rien de ce genre des soldats endurcis du Conseil. Elle a commencé à avoir l'air incertaine, particulièrement quand Donny a mentionné sa famille, car cela a fait revenir ses pensées à sa propre famille en bas de la planète. Elle voulait les revoir, elle voulait vivre. La femme a commencé à sobber visiblement et audiblement, et a commencé à baisser de façon shakily son arme. Cependant, cela s'est arrêté lorsque Tacticus a parlé. Sa menace indirecte et son attitude militaire générale renforçaient les notions qu'elle avait au sujet du Conseil, si bien que les autres avaient commencé à la surprendre et à la faire douter, elle craignait Tacticus. Rapidement, elle a cassé son arme et a tendu sa main autour d'elle. Il était difficile de déterminer si c'était intentionnel ou le résultat de son inexpérience avec les armes à feu, mais elle a tiré l'arme, non pas à Raa ou Donny, mais à Tacticus.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

À chaque seconde passée, la Cabale Minus se préparait à une contre-attaque alors que Solares et le reste de l'équipe tentaient désespérément de négocier avec la traumatisée Turian. À ce stade, elle avait réussi à se trouver un coin à l'intérieur du poste de sécurité et à s'y pencher, les mains serrées sur l'arme, secouant nerveusement tout en visant les vues de fer du pistolet. Raa a continué d'essayer de calmer la femme Turian tout en mettant sa propre vie en danger, en utilisant un ton doux et apaisant de la voix. Il a pensé à lui-même tout en gardant le champ MK77 centré sur le potentiel hostile. Lorsque Donny a rejoint le côté de Raa, Solares a pu sentir ses muscles serrer légèrement de la façon dont la situation était mal gérée. Sa formation lui a appris que dans une situation comme celle-ci, il vous est conseillé d'utiliser un autre moyen en plus d'utiliser des balles mortelles pour rendre la cible incapable et l'éliminer des dommages. Les rondes non létales n'étaient pas une option, en raison du fait qu'il n'en avait pas, donc quelqu'un d'autre dans le groupe allait devoir éliminer la menace avant que la femme Turian finisse par tirer sur quelqu'un. "Lady, si ça comptait, on aurait pu te tuer il y a un moment. Nous voulons vraiment sortir d'ici en vie." Solares a laissé un soupir doux tout en mentalement facepalming à ce que Tacticus avait dit, « Avez-vous même allé à l'otage et la formation de négociation? Tu vas juste finir par avoir quelqu'un..." sa sentence a été écourtée alors que la femme Turian a ouvert le feu sur Tacticus avec un avertissement.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Raa a failli sauter de son costume quand l'humain est monté à côté d'elle. Immédiatement, son casque se retourna et le regarda, craignant en partie de se faire tirer dessus avant de pouvoir calmer le Turian. Ses yeux l'étudièrent avec prudence lorsqu'il parla à la femme, son ton doux et aucune arme dans sa main. Raa s'est détendue. Une erreur qu'elle regrettait quand l'un des Cabalistes parlait. Tout est allé de côté presque immédiatement comme quand le turian était sur le point de poser son arme, elle a fouetté vers le haut et tiré. Immédiatement, la figure de Raa est tombée. Ses bras montèrent sur sa tête et sa figure se courbée dans une position en bas, se protégeant instinctivement. Elle a crié dans sa peur. Dans le même instant que le tir turian, RK a surchargé l'arme, le rendant inutile. Ses moniteurs vérifiaient immédiatement les signes vitaux de Raa, avant que l'IA se rende compte que ce n'était pas le Quarien qui était visé, mais le cabaliste. Sa tête est apparue à côté de Raa et a pratiquement vu l'extraterrestre stupide pour avoir poussé sa main dans la surcharge de déclenchement plus tôt que prévu. Sa colère a été attirée par elle, elle a remarqué un schéma irrégulier dans Raas respirant et s'est cassé la tête à sa charge. Voira se tourna soigneusement alors que l'homme s'approchait du Turian, prêt à vomir une barrière si le civil effrayé. Elle ne s'est pas un peu détendue alors que les deux semblaient passer par le turian. Il ne lui faudrait qu'un peu de pression pour qu'elle tire le pistolet et Voira le savait. Elle a presque, presque détendu en voyant le pistolet descendre. Puis le cabaliste turian a dû parler. La réaction de Voira était instinctive alors qu'elle voyait le pistolet s'écraser. Une barrière s'est mise autour du corps des Quarians, et le pistolet s'est éteint. Alors que Raa a frappé le sol avec un cri, Voira s'est concentrée sur elle alors qu'elle voyait l'homme se déplacer et le pistolet être surchargé, panique et furieuse surgissant à travers son corps. Elle s'est forcée à parler et à agir calmement, pour l'amour de Raa. L'Asari s'accroupit à côté de Raa, examinant la balle enroulée au mieux de ses capacités. Raa, tu es touché? Parlez-nous Raa, elle a à peine gardé la panique qui l'a consumée. Elle ne savait pas où la shakiness avait envoyé la balle.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Les choses ont mal tourné très vite. Au début, Donny pensait que lui et Raa étaient en train de passer par le turian. Elle avait l'air d'abaisser son arme, peut-être même d'envisager d'accepter leur offre. Mais l'un des Turiens a dit quelque chose et l'a fait tirer. Raa s'est barrée, et Donny s'est figée. À ce moment-là, il sentit les jours se transformer en semaines se transformer en mois se transformer en années. Il ferma les yeux et laissa sortir une seule larme. "Désolé tout le monde..." Mais Donny n'a rien senti. La balle ne l'a pas touché. Est-ce qu'elle a manqué? Elle a tiré sur quelqu'un d'autre? Donny a ouvert les yeux et a vu Voria à côté de Raa. Pas de sang de l'un d'eux, donc Raa n'était pas morte. Donny n'a vu aucun de son sang... Bien qu'il puisse tout simplement courir sur l'adrénaline. Il a regardé le turian. Elle pleurait, mais dans ses mains c'était une arme à fumer. Donny devait agir, il n'avait pas le temps de penser au danger. Comme il était déjà si près, il s'est approché et a saisi le canon de l'arme, le branlant vers le haut. Son autre main s'est déplacée vers le cou du turian alors qu'il se déplaçait en elle. L'attraper par sa chemise Donny a déplacé sa jambe derrière la sienne, et tout comme il a poussé sa tête vers le bas, il a balayé ses pieds de sous elle, pour la frapper sur le sol. Pas vraiment une manœuvre "non létale", mais il ne voulait pas la tuer. Il suffit de la descendre. Il s'est assuré que l'arme n'était pointée sur personne alors qu'il la piégeait au sol. "N'arrêtez pas là-bas! Personne n'a besoin de mourir, alors ne tirez pas! Lâchez votre arme! Rendez-vous maintenant!"

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Le Turian cria dans la douleur alors qu'elle frappait le sol, à tel point qu'il était incertain si elle avait même entendu les demandes de Donny. Elle a lâché l'arme après quelques instants, mais il semblait seulement qu'elle pouvait serrer les mains contre le côté de sa tête. Le sol sous sa tête commençait à devenir bleu avec son sang, et elle criait assez fort pour être facilement entendue dans le hall. "Non, s'il te plaît non! S'il vous plaît, ne me tuez pas!" Elle pleurait, les yeux glissés de larmes. Avatar a remarqué le saignement de la femme, et vu la nature de la blessure, a reconnu qu'elle pouvait potentiellement avoir une commotion cérébrale. Cependant, il a dû accorder la priorité à la sécurité des forces alliées, de sorte qu'il est passé directement au terminal de sécurité pour tenter d'accéder au système. De plus, ils ont finalement pu déplacer le reste des non-combattants dans la pièce et verrouiller la porte derrière eux. Le terminal de sécurité lui-même n'avait pas été verrouillé ou désactivé, donc l'accéder était simple, mais quand Avatar a tenté d'accéder à ses fonctions, il a constaté qu'ils avaient été verrouillés par le centre de contrôle primaire pour la station. Il s'agissait d'un scénario attendu, de sorte qu'il était déjà prêt à tenter de contourner la mesure de sécurité. Il avait fabriqué la base d'un virus destiné à couper la console locale du centre de contrôle primaire. À partir de là, il pourrait redémarrer la console avec lui-même imitant le contrôleur maître, obtenant ainsi l'accès aux fonctions de la console. Tout ce qu'il a dû faire en premier était de modifier le virus pour être compatible avec ce système spécifique. En trente secondes, cependant, les sons de pas pouvaient être entendus dans le couloir à l'extérieur, suivi d'une tentative de déverrouiller les portes. Avatar avait placé les portes dans un état de fermeture d'urgence, mais elles ne resteraient pas fermées indéfiniment. Il était fort probable que les hostiles pourraient les ouvrir, sinon en les piratant, par une accusation de violation. Il tira le fusil de son dos, puis regarda le Créateur Raa'Kina. Elle semblait subir un stress émotionnel en raison de l'incident avec le civil turois, mais elle estimait que RK pouvait s'acquitter de cette tâche dans un délai acceptable. "Les forces d'accueil sont arrivées. Ma plate-forme améliorera la probabilité d'une défense réussie, alors je recommande Raa et RK essayer de pirater la console." Avatar a conseillé comme il a envoyé une demande de communication numérique directe à RK afin qu'il puisse télécharger le virus pour l'utilisation de RK. Même au milieu du combat, Avatar pourrait également consacrer du pouvoir de traitement à aider RK, ce qui pourrait s'avérer nécessaire puisque RK n'était probablement pas familier avec l'architecture de la programmation Geth.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Espèce d'imbécile! Tacticus a crié sur les Turianes alors qu'elle lui tirait dessus. Ses boucliers ont explosé et son corps a commencé à pulser avec de l'énergie biotique. Mais quand l'arme a manifestement surchargé et Donny s'est vite assombrie et a commencé à lui crier dessus pour la laisser tomber. Il a caché son arme et a regardé le Turian blessé au sol. Il n'a ressenti que de la colère pour l'idiot qui a maintenant été frappé sur son cul. Il a regardé le Turian demander s'il allait à la formation à la négociation. "Ce n'est pas notre travail. Nous sommes une lame destinée à couper au cœur de l'ennemi et à compléter notre objectif... vous devriez savoir que maintenant." Puis il sentit qu'une main était placée sur son épaule. Il avait une bonne idée de qui c'était. Quand il a tourné la tête pour regarder Sura, elle lui a donné un regard désapprouvant. "Tu sais ce que c'est que notre travail. Laissez les autres gérer des choses que vous ne savez pas." Elle est ensuite revenue de la salle de sécurité pour aller chercher les diplomates du couloir. Qui a laissé Tacticus debout près du casier à armes et au-dessus d'un Turian avec une blessure à la tête. Ne pas vouloir regarder les femmes qu'il a commencé à fouiller dans les casiers pour trouver une arme plus lourde qu'il pourrait utiliser pour cette défense. La recharge n'était pas trop utile quand vous ne vouliez pas partir. Il a réussi à trouver un fusil qui fonctionnerait pour le moment puisqu'ils allaient tous viser une porte de toute façon. Il a sorti l'arme du cabinet et a fait le tour des femmes et de la Quarienne et a commencé à mettre en place une position défensive avec le reste de la cabale. C'est ce qui devrait être fait. C'était ce qu'il était bon, ne pas négocier avec des petites filles effrayées...

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Voira a glissé sur le stupide Turian, n'a empêché que de lui donner un sens avec un coup de poing violent par le fait qu'il y avait des hostiles qui les supportaient et Raa avait besoin de son aide plus qu'il n'avait besoin d'un poing sur le visage. Doucement, Voira a réussi à sortir Raa de sa balle enroulée et l'a vérifiée pour toutes les blessures. Satisfait que Raa n'était pas plus qu'extrêmement secoué à venir si près de la mort, l'Asari a donné un câlin rapide, soulagée, à la Quarienne avant de parler tranquillement. "Raa, je sais que tu as peur, mais on doit emmener RK au terminal. Si nous ne le faisons pas, les humains vont mourir dans le hangar." Quand elle était sûre que Raa pourrait déplacer Voira l'a guidée vers le terminal où, espérons-le, RK serait en mesure d'entrer dans le hangar et les systèmes de sécurité et de rendre l'évasion beaucoup plus facile qu'elle ne le serait. Alors que Raa installait RK, Voira tira son fusil d'assaut et renouvela la barrière autour de la Quarienne. Ses yeux se rétrécissaient de nouveau dans la rage en voyant le sang et en sang de Turian, avant de se forcer à tourner vers la porte une fois de plus. Elle ne pouvait rien y faire en ce moment et elle le savait. Cela ne voulait pas dire qu'elle allait l'oublier. Pas tant que l'imbécile sans bon sens était dans la vue. Les yeux de Voira se déplaçaient à Tacticus, regardant qu'il s'armait et se préparait à l'assaut. On aura une discussion avec lui plus tard. Une belle, longue, parlez. Elle se promit alors qu'elle retournait son regard vers la porte et tira son fusil dessus, en attendant que le premier pauvre, stupide, ennemi marche à travers et dans une certaine mort. Voira a souri. Nous avons vraiment besoin de quelque chose à tuer. Qui d'abord pour les volontaires?

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

La merde a frappé le ventilateur très rapidement et tout s'est dégonflé à partir de là. Le round du pistolet féminin Turiuans a passé devant Solares et a frappé Tacticus. Heureusement, l'arme n'était pas dirigée contre Raa ou lui-même puisque la ronde le frapperait probablement dans la tête et il se souciait un peu du Quarien. Les Solares se sont pensés, tout en se tenant debout, en déplaçant le fusil de chasse sur le dos de son armure une fois de plus. Il était clair que le Turian n'était plus une menace, après que Donny ait claqué sa tête sur le sol en métal froid et l'y ait maintenue. C'était complètement inutile Donny, tu pouvais l'immobiliser sans lui faire de mal.Il marcha vers son côté et s'inclina sur ses genoux avant de s'élever vers l'humain. Vous avez fait assez Donny, je peux le gérer à partir d'ici, ou vous sentez-vous le besoin de causer plus de dommages?, il a demandé ensuite mouvementé sur le blessé Turian qui a plaidé pour sa vie tout en saignant assez mal de la blessure à la tête. Dans les situations intenses qui causent de grandes quantités de peur, votre corps entrera dans un mode de défense où le subconscient va frapper dedans et avoir une certaine quantité de contrôle sur le corps. Je ne m'attends pas à ce que vous compreniez puisque je suis sûr que vous n'avez pas passé des années en cours de médecine. Une fois qu'elle a été prise en charge et qu'elle a eu une conférence sévère, Solares a tiré le fusil de chasse de l'arrière de son armure et s'est préparée avec le reste du groupe d'ennemis qui était sur le point de pénétrer la porte à proximité. Son entraînement a commencé pendant qu'il prenait une position défensive et attendait patiemment que tout l'enfer se relâche.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Dans le temps disponible avant que les ennemis n'enfreignent les portes, Avatar a fait ce qu'il pouvait pour se préparer à l'attaque. Il y avait deux portes menant dans le même couloir, chacune aux extrémités opposées du même mur. Étant donné que les combats resteraient proches, Avatar est passé à son fusil de chasse pour améliorer son efficacité. Il n'y avait pas d'objets fixes ou lâches dans la pièce qui fourniraient une couverture viable, mais Avatar a pu déplacer des meubles tels que des chaises, et même une table, plus près de la porte pour agir comme obstacles pour ceux qui tentaient de déposer dans la pièce. Ce ne serait qu'un obstacle mineur, mais cela a amélioré leurs chances de succès d'un degré plus élevé que toute autre mesure qu'elle aurait pu prendre en même temps. Pendant tout ce temps, la Turiane pleurait dans la douleur. Elle n'était pas en mesure d'empêcher Solares d'arrêter son saignement, mais cela ne guérissait pas sa blessure. Elle ignorait en grande partie les mots de Solares et, au lieu de les boucler sur le sol, lui griffait la tête, criait. Elle a dit faiblement tout en sanglotant. Après cinq tentatives séparées et infructueuses d'ouvrir les portes conventionnellement, Avatar entendit plus de mouvement à l'extérieur, s'éloignant de chaque porte. La retraite était improbable, de sorte qu'Avatar s'attendait à l'utilisation d'explosifs pour entrer, et après seulement sept secondes, son attente a été prouvée correcte. Deux détonations, séparées de 1,21 s, ont heurté les deux portes. Aucune des portes en métal n'a été complètement ouverte, comme s'il semblait que les ennemis avaient utilisé des grenades à fragmentation comme chefs d'accusation improvisés de violation. Cependant, ils ont tous deux été assez endommagés que les biotiques parmi l'ennemi ont été en mesure d'utiliser leurs capacités pour dégager les portes, d'abord sur la porte droite, puis sur la gauche. Contrairement à une manœuvre de rupture normale et bien exécutée, l'ennemi n'a pas pu se déposer immédiatement pour profiter des effets désorientants des explosions, ce qui a permis aux alliés d'Avatar de se remettre et de se préparer. Sur la porte gauche, deux ennemis se cachaient de chaque côté de la porte et se penchaient dans la pièce pour tirer, tandis que sur la droite, où Avatar visait, un ennemi jetait une grenade à fragmentation dans la pièce. Étant donné qu'ils se trouvaient dans un espace clos, les ricochets de la grenade pourraient menacer n'importe qui dans la pièce, même en dehors du rayon mortel de l'explosion.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Raa était trop fermée pour remarquer tout ce qui se passait autour d'elle. Ses mains se fermaient autour de son casque et se protégeaient, tremblant comme une feuille. Pire encore, ses propres pensées. Encore et encore, elle pensait qu'on lui avait tiré dessus et qu'à tout moment elle s'effondrerait. Elle m'a tiré dessus... je suis mort... je suis mort... les idées semblaient si réelles. Si plausible pour elle quand ses yeux ont repéré le pistolet flash et entendu le bang, ne se rendant pas pleinement compte qu'il n'était pas visé pour elle du tout. Comme Raa, tout le monde a déjà réagi à la tentative de meurtre de différentes façons. Donny a tiré en avant et claqué le Turian, la coupant, lui ordonnant de se lever. Pendant ce temps, elle a plaidé pour sa vie et s'est enroulée dans une balle défensive, semblable à Raa. Tacticus fit un cri étouffé, son bouclier botique levé, tandis qu'il sentit une main sur son épaule. Son commandant l'a grondé et lui a rappelé qu'il devait se dégonfler la prochaine fois, son corps s'est retourné pour s'en aller pour établir un périmètre défensif. Avatar avait déjà marché vers le terminal, le préparant, avant de sortir son fusil de chasse. Lorsque RK a reçu une demande pour le virus, elle a immédiatement téléchargé pour que le Geth insère, ses mains toujours occupées à essayer de ramener Raa sur ses pieds. Déjà Solares, qui avait enlevé Donny, s'occupait de la jeune Turiane et de ses blessures. Raa ne voyait rien de tout ça, son esprit s'est installé dans un pur choc. Ses doigts avaient en partie essayé de casser son casque avec leur pression, mais reconnaissante qu'elle n'était pas assez forte alors qu'elle s'y enroulait tremblant comme une feuille. Elle voulait rentrer chez elle, où c'était sûr et où elle ne se faisait pas tirer dessus. Il lui a fallu un moment ou deux pour se rendre compte qu'on la tirait debout. Voira's a étudié les yeux, la vérifiant, à la recherche d'une petite blessure ou déchirure avant d'être apparemment satisfaite. Sensant la terreur de Raa, Voira s'enroulait les bras autour d'elle et la retenait près d'elle. Raa a immédiatement été attirée par la sécurité, Raa s'est redressée et s'est penchée sur elle. Elle a finalement remarqué que les combats avaient lieu lorsque les autres, surtout la cabale, ont commencé à tirer les rangs vers la porte. Il semblait qu'ils installaient un périmètre défensif. Doucement, Voira, après l'avoir calmée, l'avait guidée jusqu'au terminal.Lorsque ses mains touchèrent la console, RK prit le relais et commença à parler. Très bien, Raa. Vous m'entendez? Raa a hurlé, humblement. Ses chiffres déjà sur le clavier pendant qu'elle s'arrêtait, son esprit vide pour ce qu'elle était supposé faire. RK l'a naturellement remplie d'un doux coup de pouce et a rapidement téléchargé le virus. Il faudrait du temps pendant que la paire empêchait quiconque de l'altérer avant qu'elle ne soit terminée. Raa's doigts a volé à travers le clavier rapidement et son esprit s'est évanoui de la scène, absorbé dans son travail. Pendant que RK parlait, brouillant le son dans le casque de Raa, elle se concentrait sur le maintien de sa charge centrée sur sa tâche à portée de main. Étant proches du terminal et du feu direct, ils ne connaissaient malheureusement pas la grenade qui rebondissait à portée de portée.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Donny a soumis le Turian avant que Solares ne monte et lui a dit de partir. Il a dédaigné Donny pour sa gestion rugueuse, qui a failli recevoir une remarque hostile de Donny. Mais alors le Geth les a informés des hostilités entrantes. "Casse-toi." Alors que Donny était plutôt en colère contre Solares pour avoir essayé de le critiquer maintenant de tous les temps sur ses méthodes, il ne valait pas la peine de se lancer dans une dispute en ce moment. Il y avait des ennemis à l'arrière et ils n'avaient que peu de temps précieux avant qu'il n'arrive la même chose à ses alliés. Mais alors que Donny s'est mis en position d'intercepter les ennemis entrants, son esprit était plein de peur et de doute. "Combien de temps a-t-il fallu pour parler de ce turian? Assez longtemps pour que l'ennemi nous rattrape. Et mon équipe? Y en a-t-il encore? Rosemary, Seraph, Alexander, Aman, Brendan, Tristan, Yoaso, Harriette et Eleanore... Sont-ils morts parce que j'ai essayé de sauver ce turian? » Il y avait des doutes dans ses actions. Comme tout ce qu'il voulait, c'était courir. Mais la porte derrière eux n'était pas ouverte, et les portes arrière avaient des ennemis. Ils ont dû se lever ici. Il y avait de la peur dans les actions de Donny, mais c'était un soldat. Il a dû se battre. Et il le ferait avec peur dans son cœur, parce qu'il n'y avait pas d'autre option. Il n'y avait pas de reddition. Donny s'est mis en position de frapper par-dessus une table comme couverture souple. Il doute que ça puisse durer plus de deux, peut-être trois coups, mais il n'en aurait pas besoin longtemps. Il a attendu. Et j'ai attendu. Et j'ai attendu. Secondes à minutes. Et puis l'explosion s'est produite. Techniquement deux mais pour Donny ils se sont tous les deux produits à peu près en même temps. Quand la fumée a effacé Donny a pu voir de sa position deux hostiles à la porte gauche, tirant de la couverture. Donny a tiré quelques coups de feu avec son fusil, pas vraiment destiné à frapper, mais à les remettre en couverture. Puis il a vu quelque chose jeté dans la pièce. Donny a failli le rater s'il ne le cherchait pas. C'était une grenade, mais aux yeux de Donny, ça ressemblait à un pigeon d'argile rouge. Abaissant son arme pendant un moment, il a atteint sa main et a mis une barrière autour de la grenade. Avec une touche de son poignet, il a fait revenir la grenade de la même façon qu'il est venu.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Quand la porte a explosé, Tacticus espérait qu'ils n'étaient pas assez cohérents pour s'empiler dans la pièce comme n'importe quelle unité militaire entraînée le ferait. Heureusement qu'ils ne l'ont pas fait, ces gens n'ont pas été formés pour travailler en groupe encore moins efficacement. Au lieu de cela, ils ont choisi de lancer une grenade dans laquelle ils ont été facilement ramassés et repoussés par la biotique de Donny. Plus précisément vers les deux Turiens se penchant hors de la porte vers la gauche. Avant que l'un d'eux n'ait pu réagir Tacticus a commencé à poser des rondes dans les deux Turians avec son fusil de chasse récemment acquis. La cabale a également commencé à mettre le feu combiné à la porte alors que les deux Turians pressaient pour se couvrir sous la grêle de balles et de balles de fusil. Lorsque la grenade a finalement décollé, elle a ouvert le reste de la porte qui s'accroche encore au cadre et a cassé le cadre et le plancher. Il ne voyait pas les dégâts qu'il avait causés aux Turiens, mais vu que la grenade était à leurs pieds, il les a certainement tués. Les coups de feu se sont apaisés car il n'y avait plus rien à tirer. Il a cependant vu un de ses coéquipiers lancer une chaîne à la porte droite et essayer de la courber autour du coin. Il ne pouvait pas voir ce qu'il frappait ou même si ça frappait quoi que ce soit, mais il pensait que d'autres hostiles allaient entrer par cette porte. Il a jeté le clip thermique dans son fusil et en a inséré un autre en attendant que la prochaine personne entre par la porte.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Alors que la grenade était dirigée par la porte droite, Avatar s'est joint à la volée de feu sur la porte gauche. Comme l'explosif avait explosé à moins d'un mètre dans le couloir, il avait probablement tué ou invalidé n'importe qui dans le rayon mortel de l'explosion, tandis que les ricochets étaient susceptibles d'endommager les boucliers d'autres plus loin. Sur la gauche, les Turiens à l'extérieur n'ont pu tirer que brièvement dans la pièce avant d'être accueillis avec un feu de retour écrasant. Les boucliers de l'un ont été drainés avant qu'elle ne puisse réagir, et plusieurs pellets du fusil d'Avatar ont trouvé leur marque dans sa poitrine, ainsi qu'une balle de l'une des Cabales. L'autre a réussi à rentrer dans la couverture à côté de la porte, mais comme les murs n'étaient pas construits pour résister au feu soutenu, assez de coups ont pénétré à travers qu'il a été enlevé aussi. Avatar était prêt à éjecter un clip thermique si les ennemis reprenaient leur attaque, mais son fusil de chasse n'avait plus que deux pour refroidir rapidement l'arme, de sorte qu'ils étaient mieux utilisés seulement lorsque nécessaire. À l'extérieur, il y avait le son des pas qui s'éloignaient des portes. Il était peu probable qu'ils reculent, mais après une attaque initiale ratée, ils devaient se regrouper à une distance sécuritaire des portes. À l'intérieur de la pièce, personne n'avait encore été blessé, mais la situation était encore dangereuse. Les diplomates turois et les diplomates asari se cachaient dans le même coin de la pièce que le civil turois, tandis que Raa travaillait sur le terminal. Aucun d'entre eux ne serait une cible prioritaire pour l'ennemi, sauf peut-être Raa, mais il ne prendrait qu'un seul coup de feu pour tuer ou blesser l'un d'eux. Et, pendant toute la durée du combat, la Turiane était encore enroulée dans une balle sur le sol, griffant la tête et criant dans la douleur. C'est moins d'une minute après que les ennemis se soient retirés des portes qu'il y a eu le bruit de courir du bas du couloir, suivi par des voix basses à l'extérieur de la pièce. Même les capteurs d'Avatar ne pouvaient pas distinguer les mots qu'ils parlaient, mais il semblait que l'ennemi avait été renforcé. Après la mort de la voix, il y a eu quelques sons audibles à l'extérieur de la pièce pendant environ une demi-minute jusqu'à ce que, tout d'un coup, l'ennemi attaque de nouveau sans avertissement. Une traînée de bleu clignotait de l'autre côté de la pièce depuis la porte droite, percutant Voira. C'était la charge biotique d'une hostile, bien que contrairement à ceux qu'ils avaient combattus, elle n'était pas Turian. Elle était soit humaine, soit asari portant l'un des mêmes costumes d'armure noirs et pleins que les gardiens des Asari qui avaient livré des ordres pendant l'embuscade. Sa charge avait frappé Voira directement, mais il lui faudrait un bref moment pour s'orienter après avoir chargé à travers la pièce. Dans le même temps, les plus hostiles, un Turian et deux Vorcha, portant le même uniforme déposé par la porte droite, tandis que quatre des Turians non-uniformés qu'ils avaient combattus se précipitaient par la porte gauche. Ils étaient moins organisés, et peut-être moins bien formés que l'autre groupe, de sorte qu'ils agissaient probablement selon leurs ordres. L'ennemi se précipitait tout d'un coup dans la pièce, et avec le volume de feu qui était susceptible d'être échangé, les diplomates, en particulier Raa, allaient être en danger.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira, se tenant à côté de Raa, a réagi presque instantanément à l'explosion des portes, en s'emparant d'une barrière sur elle-même et sur la Quarienne. Ce qui s'est avéré être un geste bénéfique quand des balles ont ricoché de sa barrière et une grenade est tombée dans la pièce. Il n'y avait aucun moyen pour les Asari de laisser tomber la barrière pour la renvoyer, de sorte qu'elle ne pouvait qu'espérer que leurs alliés réagiraient assez rapidement pour y faire face et que les ennemis tiraient par l'autre porte. Heureusement pour tous les impliqués (à l'exception des pauvres salauds dans le hall), l'homme avait réagi assez rapidement, Barrière faisant le tour et jetant la grenade à l'extérieur. Les deux ennemis ont été abattus dans une grêle de balles. Voira pouvait sentir la tension s'élever alors que les hostiles faisaient divers bruits à l'extérieur, le temps paraissant de pouce par le temps qu'ils attendaient la prochaine attaque. Quand il est venu, il est venu aveuglément rapide et inattendu. La charge biotique s'est brisée à travers la barrière de Voira, car elle a été cassée dans une hâte et destinée à arrêter les balles et les éclats pas un bélier de frappe amélioré biologiquement. Voira n'a eu qu'une petite seconde pour tourner et se vanter, se faire claquer et frapper à l'envers. Elle est tombée par terre, le fusil d'assaut a frappé Goddess sait où, se brouillant les pieds dans un battement de cœur, tirant son fusil comme elle l'a fait. Un soulagement pathétique a traversé sa rage et la panique comme elle a remarqué qu'il y avait les balles anti-armor dedans. Pourtant, l'envahisseur était juste à côté de Raa. C'est pas vrai. Aucun non-onofucknowecantlosehergetthefuckaway from her youbitch Voira's thoughts rapidement désintégré dans un paniqué, enragé, besoin de détruire le biotique qui l'avait attaqué. "C'est quoi, ça? Crève. Pousse-toi! Voira hurla, jeta une explosion d'énergie biotique sur la femme blindée noire, tira des limaces d'arme peu après où les biotiques esquivaient ou bloquaient ou se déplaçaient alors que Voira se dirigeait vers l'avant pour l'éloigner de Raa.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Se couvrir derrière la table avec Donny n'a peut-être pas été la meilleure idée, mais c'était mieux que de se tenir debout au milieu du couloir lui donnant un coup de feu clair. Son fusil Piranha était dirigé vers la porte, des obus incendiaires chargés et prêts à être tirés à un moment donné. Peu de temps avant l'ouverture de la porte principale, suivi d'une grenade à frag jetée dans le hall. Ils auraient dû cuisiner la grenade avant de la jeter ici, pathétique et mal entraîné. En se couvrant rapidement, il a attendu que la grenade explose avant de mettre des cartouches dans le couloir et dans la Cabale. Une fois que la grenade s'est effondrée avec un coup satisfaisant, des débris de la porte et son cadre ont volé dans le hall, plus de fumée prenant sa place. En mettant son fusil à feu en jeu, il a pris une position de combat derrière la table avant de vider un grand nombre de balles à travers la fumée. Des traceurs rouges ont volé dans le couloir et illuminé la fumée chaque fois qu'elle passait à travers, créant une douce lueur rouge. Après un grand nombre de coups de feu, il a retiré son clip thermique du fusil et l'a remplacé par un nouveau avant d'observer la scène et tout son chaos une fois de plus. Il entendait le bruit des pas qui fuyaient les deux portes, il y avait une petite chance qu'ils se retirent, mais les chances que cela se produise étaient presque inexistantes. Il a dit dans ses casques com pour que le reste de l'équipe puisse l'entendre. Comme si sur que, le son de quelqu'un qui courait vers eux pouvait être entendu, et Solares a levé son fusil de chasse pour prendre le but une fois de plus. Son souffle s'est ralenti et est revenu à un état calme, laissant l'emprise de la portée s'arrêter pour le moment. Un profond souffle et tient, puis laisse-le sortir, répéter pour aider à réduire l'emprise. » C'est ce qu'Aviza lui dirait quand il s'aligne sur une arme qu'il utilisait pendant l'entraînement. Cela l'avait beaucoup aidé, et l'aidait encore jusqu'à ce jour. "Hey RK, comment va Raa avec le verrouillage?" il a demandé tranquillement dans ses casques com juste quelques secondes avant une série de bleu clignoté à travers la pièce de la porte droite, frappant Voira. "Damn Biotics."La pensée solaire à lui-même tout en prenant un but très rapide et l'ajustement de son fusil de chasse muselière avant de tirer sur les nouveaux hostiles qui essayaient d'inonder la pièce. L'un d'eux a pris feu à partir des rondes incendiaires, en montant dans une flamme rouge brillante avant de s'effondrer sur le sol et de se désintégrer dans les cendres smoldering.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Donny a pris une seconde de la bataille pour se féliciter. Il a dû admettre, aussi humble et sans prétention qu'il essaie d'être, que c'était un geste plutôt doux de sa part. Il ne sait pas si cette grenade a vraiment aidé à freiner les ennemis, mais il s'est senti comme un badass vu qu'il l'a fait si facilement. Peut-être qu'il devrait garder un œil sur d'autres grenades. "Remarque à soi-même: devenir un détecteur de grenade." L'explosion a donné à Donny et à son groupe quelques secondes précieuses de sursis. Il a tiré quelques coups de feu de son évier de chaleur, ajoutant sur le véritable mur de balles qui volent déjà en direction de l'ennemi. Il a dû laisser son fusil refroidir, donc il a changé de pistolet pour qu'il puisse se faire tirer un peu plus. Non pas qu'il en ait vraiment besoin; il devait se rappeler que, bien qu'étant le seul humain ici, il était soutenu par toute une équipe d'officiers d'élite turois. Ou quelque chose. En fait, il ne connaît pas grand-chose de l'armée turienne, mais il s'est dit que ces gars sont probablement mieux entraînés et beaucoup plus cohésifs en tant que groupe alors Donny's. Bien sûr, il a ressenti un grand sentiment de camaraderie et de soutien de son groupe, mais ils se connaissent aussi depuis trois jours au plus. Il est heureux qu'ils aient tous une formation normalisée. Shaking ces pensées de Donny s'est préparé pour la prochaine vague. Ils n'avaient pas besoin de tuer tout le monde, juste de les tenir à distance assez longtemps pour Raa- Et c'est là qu'un boulon bleu a percuté la pièce. Donny a esquivé sa tête instinctivement, en la considérant comme une sorte d'éclair laser high-tech ou un peu comme ça. Il s'avère que c'était une avant-garde qui braquait avec Voria. Ce qui n'est pas mieux. Elle était certainement une menace étant donné que Raa était une civvie et à environ cinq pieds de l'avant-garde hostile. Mais Donny n'a pas manqué les autres soldats qui se plaignaient, y compris le turian blindé noir et le vorcha, et leur soutien mook. Donny a pris une profonde respiration et s'est forcé à réfléchir. "Vous avez six secondes. CONTRÔLE DU TEMPS INNATIF! Non, tu ne peux pas vraiment faire ça, mais tu peux penser vite. Très bien, la tête compte. Comme, 8 spec op turians? Peut-être six? Je ne me souviens pas en ce moment. Le Geth, qui est un bon tireur. Voria, tout en étant un peu garce, aussi un biotique très puissant avec une mitrailleuse. Solare est une bite mais il semble pouvoir se débrouiller au moins, donc il y a ça. Et moi. Très bien. Donc environ dix ou peut-être treize. Oh, et civvies. Il faut les garder en sécurité. D'accord Donny, pense : ces turians avec lesquels tu as probablement plus d'expérience et de compétences, alors tu le fais. Ils ont probablement les compétences et les moyens de traiter avec les ennemis blindés noirs fantaisistes. Si j'en ai besoin, je peux essayer, mais... cette avant-garde va me déranger, parce qu'elle est juste derrière notre ligne et très proche de Raa. Ces trois autres costumes noirs me font aussi peur, parce que qui sait? C'est peut-être aussi des avant-gardes? Sinon, pourquoi mèneraient-ils une charge directement dans une pièce pleine de coups de feu? Ils doivent être tanky. Au moins, ils ne sont pas krogans... et puis les petites pommes de terre. Très bien Donny. Vous êtes un poisson. Vous êtes un poisson avec des dents (les armes). Tu n'es pas le plus gros poisson et tu n'as pas vraiment de grandes dents. Mais vous n'êtes pas seul. Vous avez des alliés qui surveillent vos arrières, des gens très fiables. Mais ils ne sont pas parfaits. Ils pourraient se faire tirer dessus et mourir comme vos ennemis le peuvent. Mais ils sont plus gros que toi. Et juste en face de vous sont vraiment gros poissons, et des poissons plus petits. Peut-être que je ne peux pas faire grand-chose contre le gros poisson. Mais je peux m'occuper des petites frites!" Donny est sorti de son moment introspectif pour regarder les quatre Turiens qui se sont précipités. Ils ne semblaient pas trop disciplinés, mais ils avaient encore des armes et étaient donc un peu menacés. Et Donny avait encore des explosifs avec lui. S'il est vrai qu'il s'agissait de mines de Cain Trip, mais... même si ce n'était pas un protocole standard, il sait qu'il pourrait les jeter. Pas à l'esprit des Turiens; il pouvait l'armer et le lober dans leur chemin. Il faut environ 1,5 seconde pour l'armer. Et il pourrait relier la gâchette avec le signal radio de son équipe. Donc sur le risque que quelqu'un aille là-bas, au moins ils ne sortiraient pas de la mine. Avec n'importe quelle chance, la mienne de Donny pourrait aussi attraper ces costumes noirs hors de la garde et... Mais attendez. Et si ces gars voient Donny? Quand est-ce qu'ils lui jettent la mienne? Il est vrai que ça n'exploserait pas, mais ça ne veut pas dire que ça n'était pas dangereux. "Non!" Ce n'était pas le moment de douter. Pas de temps pour le deuxième interrogatoire. Y a-t-il de meilleurs moyens? Oui. Donny pourrait-il faire quelque chose de plus intelligent? Oui. Mais ce n'est pas un jeu de stratégie tour à tour où il pourrait analyser chaque action, utiliser un large éventail de compétences impressionnantes, et finir sans que personne ne meure. Autant qu'il déteste l'admettre, il n'était pas parfait. Comme l'a dit Solare, il y a bien de meilleures façons pour lui de gérer les choses sans faire autant de dégâts. Mais parfois... Parfois... Parfois, Donny a juste besoin de faire des tonnes de dégâts. Donny a sorti sa mine de Caïn tout en étant couvert derrière la table. Les quatre Turiens n'ont pas encore réussi à se couvrir, mais ils étaient les plus éloignés. Pas de problème, c'était un explosif, pas une balle. Il n'avait pas besoin de les frapper, approchez-vous. Pour un maximum de dégâts, il devra le planter à l'avant du groupe. Après tout, ils allaient de l'avant; même lui savait diriger une cible. C'était un peu difficile d'obtenir un tir clair à cause de toutes les balles qui volaient dans sa direction (c'était une bonne chose que personne ne pensait tirer sur la table parce qu'il n'avait que des boucliers pour le protéger) mais il n'avait besoin que d'une seconde. Activer des boucliers et regarder autour de la couverture de la table, visant l'endroit juste un jardin loin de la première turian menant les quatre autres. "Aim... Allez! Donny a jeté la mine. Armant dans l'air, il a été lobé sur les costumes noirs. Donny aurait utilisé son pistolet pour couvrir le feu, mais il ne voulait pas gaspiller des balles et diviser sa concentration comme il était en train de regarder des choses comme plus de grenades et son voyage le mien. Après tout, c'est le détecteur de grenades désigné. Et Donny décidera où les explosions se sont produites.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Les quelques instants tendus à l'écoute des échos des gens qui avaient toutes les intentions de les tuer. L'une des autres missions de combat auxquelles il avait participé lui avait appris quelque chose de précieux selon Sura. Ce n'était pas le combat qui vous ferait tuer, c'était l'attente. Si vous n'attendiez pas, vous étiez susceptible de prendre des décisions d'éruption en descendant d'une décharge d'adrénaline. Tout le monde était assis là en silence en attendant que l'ennemi réagit ou fasse quoi que ce soit. Au lieu de cela, il y avait juste plus de mouvement invisible qui était au-delà de difficile à prédire avec l'écho qui était produit. Il a creusé son pouce profondément dans l'emprise du fusil de chasse en essayant de s'empêcher de bouger du tout de sa position. Puis ils les ont tous précipités à la fois. Il n'était pas tout à fait sûr pourquoi ils n'ont pas seulement fait cela pour commencer, mais il a deviné que c'était parce que tous ceux qu'ils avaient combattu étaient soit non entraînés ou mal entraînés. Il était également possible que les différentes doctrines d'entraînement des mercs ne soient pas assez cohérentes pour former une quelconque forme d'agression appropriée. Il a deviné que la dernière option avait le plus de sens et a poussé la pensée à l'arrière de son esprit pour être utilisé plus tard. La première chose qu'il a remarquée quand ils sont entrés dans la pièce était le boulon bleu qui est allé et a abattu Voira et était dangereusement proche de la Quarienne. Il revient rapidement sur les gens qui entrent dans la pièce et fait rapidement son choix. Il a tapoté son pote cabaliste Helio sur l'épaule puis a sauté dans une course et chargé. Il a réussi à se jeter entre le Quarien et ce qu'il pouvait maintenant dire était un Asari. Il l'a immédiatement frappée directement au sol avec un métal fort sur le son de la ferraille pendant que son armure frappait le sol. Toujours en utilisant une partie de son élan de la charge Cactus jeté de côté son fusil et mis le reste de son énergie biotique dans ses bras les rendant lumineux et bleu avec de l'énergie. Il a commencé à frapper les Asari aussi fort qu'il le pouvait avec ses poings rehaussés aussi vite qu'il le pouvait. Il s'est mis à engueuler et à crier sur les Asari. Il s'est mis à engueuler dans l'assiette thoracique de l'Asari, ce qui l'a amenée à se vider d'air. Il a commencé à la frapper si fort qu'il a entendu son armure craquer sous son assaut. Satisfait que l'Asari ne durerait pas longtemps et serait moins alors capable de déplacer il Mettre un dernier coup dur dans le cou de l'Asari qui était légèrement exposé. Il ne s'est pas rendu compte à quel point il s'était senti frappé au visage par le sang chaud. Cactus s'est branlé dans sa position de chevauch pour essayer d'essuyer le sang. Avec un regard sombre sur son visage, il jette un coup d'œil à ce qu'il avait fait. La pipe à vent de l'Asari avait été si complètement qu'il a vu son os. Il s'est retourné vers le Quarien et a dit : "Regardez, faites-moi confiance." Il a ensuite commencé à se lever dans la couverture qu'ils étaient près et a cherché autour de lui son fusil qu'il avait largué quelque part. Tout en essayant de repousser le corps de la couverture avec sa jambe. C'était une longue journée.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Après que l'ennemi s'est précipité dans la pièce, les combats ont été rapides et sanglants. Les Asari qui ont accusé Voira ont levé son propre fusil, mais la réaction de Voira a été rapide. L'explosion de l'énergie biotique a drainé les barrières de l'Asari tout en lui faisant trébucher le dos. L'arme de l'Asari a encore tiré, mais au lieu de frapper une Voira non blindée, la moitié de l'explosion a complètement manqué, tandis que l'autre moitié a touché Raa, mais a été absorbée par la barrière Voira avait placé sur elle. Plusieurs granulés ont traversé l'écran holographique jusqu'à la gauche de Raa et se sont encastrés dans le mur derrière. Une limace des balles piercantes d'armure du fusil de Voira coupé à travers le costume de l'Asari avec facilité et a trouvé son chemin dans son abdomen. Ce n'était pas immédiatement mortel, mais l'attaque de Tacticus l'empêchait de représailles. Ses coups améliorés biotiquement ont donné assez de force pour rendre son armure hors de propos. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle a essayé de se battre. Largage de son fusil pour se livrer au combat de mêlée avait pris plus de temps que s'il avait simplement tiré, donc elle a atteint l'une de ses grenades, mais il n'était pas assez lent pour pouvoir l'activer. Quand elle a touché le sol, son haut du corps couvert d'une peinture violette de son propre sang, sa main a encore embrayé l'explosif avec son pouce à seulement des centimètres du bouton qui l'aurait armé. Sur le côté droit de la pièce, Avatar, Solares, et quelques-uns de la cabale ont tiré sur les ennemis en uniforme. Solares taux élevé de fusil de feu coupé à travers les boucliers d'une vorcha rapidement, avec les rondes incendiaires brûlant à travers sa chair peu après. Avatar était accouché derrière l'une des tables renversées pour la couverture visuelle et s'appuyait pour se concentrer sur l'ennemi le plus proche: un Turian. Une chaîne d'une cabale a frappé ses boucliers, qui, bien qu'ils ne les aient pas complètement drainés, ont permis à la plupart des pellets du tir suivant d'Avatar de se briser. Comme son arme était déjà sur la cible, il a pu tirer à nouveau à la masse centrale avant que le Turian puisse retourner le feu. Cependant, le Vorcha restant a pu se concentrer sur Avatar. Tous les tirs de l'explosion de son fusil, qui était du même modèle qu'Avatar avait trouvé dans le couloir, ont frappé les boucliers d'Avatar, les amenant dangereusement bas. Rapidement, Avatar s'est enfui derrière la table, puis s'est déplacé sur le côté. L'éclatement suivant de la Vorcha a facilement pénétré à travers la table mince, mais n'était pas sur la cible. En s'échappant de sa couverture, Avatar utilisait un drain d'énergie sur la Vorcha, renforçant ses propres boucliers tout en drainant ceux de son adversaire. Les deux ont ensuite échangé le feu, mais comme les boucliers d'Avatar étaient maintenant plus forts, il pouvait tenir jusqu'à l'éclatement suivant de la Vorcha, tandis que ses boucliers tombaient à l'explosion du fusil de chasse. Le nombre de pastilles qui ont pénétré son armure l'a blessé, mais la robustesse de la physiologie de Vorcha a nécessité trois autres tirs avant qu'Avatar puisse en toute sécurité le considérer comme neutralisé. Alors qu'il éjectait un clip thermique de son arme, une détonation d'une taille alarmante a secoué la pièce, ainsi que ceux sur les ponts directement au-dessus et au-dessous. Après 1,5 seconde, la mine de cain que Donny avait déployée s'est activée. Les Turiens avaient vu Donny le jeter, mais comme l'un d'eux tentait de se soustraire à ce qu'il croyait être une grenade, il trébucha sur l'une des chaises qu'Avatar avait placées près de la porte comme un obstacle. Son arme a traversé le chemin du laser émanant de la mine, déclenchant sa détonation. Un rayon de cinq mètres autour de la mine dans toutes les directions a été consommé par l'explosion. Les quatre Turiens hostiles ont été immédiatement tués par une combinaison de la chaleur, des éclats et de l'onde de choc. Les murs, le plancher et même le plafond de la zone, n'ayant pas été conçus pour résister à une telle force, s'étaient partiellement effondrés. Une grande partie du mur menant au couloir du côté gauche de la pièce avait été démolie, il y avait un petit trou dans le plafond, et un beaucoup plus grand directement sous la mine menant à un pont inférieur. Malheureusement, les effets néfastes de l'explosion n'ont pas été strictement limités aux ennemis. Comme ils se trouvaient dans un espace confiné, le rayon effectif de la mine de cain a été amplifié. Seulement deux de la cabale étaient assez proches pour subir des blessures de l'onde de pression elle-même, mais l'obus ricochetait beaucoup plus loin. Quiconque a des boucliers faibles ou drainés au moment de l'explosion pourrait être blessé par ces éclats. De plus, le son produit par la détonation était bien au-dessus des seuils dangereux, de sorte que des dommages auditifs étaient possibles, mais non garantis. Immédiatement après l'explosion, Avatar a pris des cris dans la direction du coin où les diplomates se cachaient, mais il n'a pas fait d'enquête immédiatement. Au lieu de cela, il a gardé son arme entraînée sur l'une des portes jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse déterminer s'il y avait d'autres ennemis présents dans la région.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Après s'être rendu compte qu'il avait été pâté par des balles de fusil, Cactus est revenu pour tirer sur les ennemis entrant dans la pièce. Bien qu'il soit devenu complètement stupéfait par le fait que Donny a commencé à courir avec un esprit maudit cain à moi. Tacticus tirait encore sur l'un des nombreux ennemis vêtus de noir entrant dans la pièce quand hors du coin de l'œil il a vu l'humain fou courir sur l'ennemi. Il n'a réussi qu'à ouvrir la bouche pour crier pendant que la mine explosait. Sentant la chaleur qu'il a esquivé derrière la mince couverture qu'il avait été derrière pendant si longtemps et a été mis en jarre pendant une seconde que ses oreilles se déchiraient. Quand l'air a été aspiré de la pièce, il s'est asséché les yeux. Relever son arme, il a vite trouvé qu'il n'y avait rien à tirer. Plus inquiétant était ses coéquipiers et leur proximité avec l'explosion. Voyant qu'il n'y avait pas d'ennemis, il a coincé l'arme à feu sur son dos et a couru vers sa cabale. Deux d'entre eux étaient assis avec leur dos à la couverture avec des regards semi-blancs et la cueillette de morceaux d'obus hors de leur armure. Les deux avaient des oreilles et des nez ensanglantés et Titus, le médecin de l'escouade, les regardait avec une lumière de son omni-tool. Ses oreilles saignaient aussi, mais il était sûr qu'il était au courant. Sura tenait aussi sa mâchoire et saignait de l'oreille gauche. Il est allé la voir et lui a demandé s'ils allaient bien. Plus fort que sa voix parlante normale, elle a dit : "Oui, ça ira. Juste un peu rattrapé, ou comme dit Titus." Elle s'est ensuite tournée vers le reste d'entre eux dont il a remarqué qu'ils vérifiaient tous leur propre audition. "Si quelqu'un d'autre est blessé, vérifiez avec Titus avant qu'on parte." Alors Vivea cria si par nécessité ou pour faire connaître le point. "Qu'est-ce que c'était que ça! Vous auriez pu nous tuer Humains! » Se demandant la même chose lui-même mais ne voulant pas rester ici encore plus, il est passé au terminal qu'ils étaient censés pirater. "Combien de temps pensez-vous? Nous devons partir." Tacticus s'est rendu compte à mi-chemin qu'il était bruyant et a réussi à bien baisser sa voix.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Raa'Kina, RK et Avatar ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Raa a continué à travailler sur sa tâche, son esprit ignorant les coups de feu et les combats, tandis qu'elle a tapé ses trois doigts sur le clavier. Son casque brillait alors que des éclats de coups de feu lui étaient à peine enregistrés. Ils n'étaient rien d'autre qu'un bruit de fond en ce moment. Cliquez sur...claque...cliquez. Ses oreilles remplies de la voix apaisante de RK comme elle a compté le temps de chargement pour le virus, allant de 100% à 98 % d'achèvement, toujours truffant vers le bas. L'attention de Raa a été ébranlée lorsque des balles ont touché quelque chose à l'extérieur du coin de sa visière, son corps a sauté et la tête s'est branlée pour repérer la barrière chatoyante. Son cœur avait bondi dans sa gorge et le ver moyen était nerveux pour voir la balle s'est débarrassée du mur. Les premières pensées ont été pour Voira et Solares, sa tête imaginant une image fiévreuse de la paire en train d'être écrasée et morte. Ça l'a effrayée. Assez elle a commencé à s'éloigner avant que RK s'enfonce dans son oreillette. "Raa'Kina nar vas Rannoch! Retournez sur cette console et aidez-moi à télécharger ce virus!" Raa s'arrêta et semblait se battre avec le choix dans lequel elle était forcée. Immédiatement, RK a fait apparaître une lecture vitale sur Voix et Solares de leur omnitool. « Ils vont bien, ils savent comment se protéger, mais nous devons télécharger ce virus. Tout de suite." RK a parlé fermement, sa tâche s'est concentrée sur le retour de Raa au terminal. Tremblant, Raa a recommencé à taper une fois de plus. 86%... 83%... Une explosion soudaine s'est produite et avec elle, leur audition est devenue sourde du son. C'est les cris qui ont fait déchirer Raa du terminal à 79%, ses oreilles attrapant les sons, et criant de nouveau à RK. "Continuez à télécharger, je reviens." Ses bottes ont cliqueté sur l'endroit où les diplomates étaient blottis ensemble, son intestin devenant tordu à penser que quelqu'un était blessé. Déjà, sa main dardait pour arracher son stock de gel medi, elle était prête à l'administrer aux blessés. Comme elle n'avait pas été affectée par la désorientation de l'explosion, Avatar était en garde, ses capteurs audio écoutant les marqueurs distinctifs des pas entrants. Après environ cinq secondes de détection de sons erronés, il est passé à la porte et a regardé dans le hall, confirmant qu'il n'y avait pas d'ennemis qui attendaient à l'extérieur. À ce titre, elle pourrait désormais se consacrer à aider les alliés blessés ou à prendre le contrôle de la console de sécurité, selon l'endroit où sa plate-forme serait la plus utile. Les signes les plus évidents de blessure venaient du coin de la pièce où les diplomates se cachaient. À l'approche d'Avatar, il a constaté que tous n'avaient pas échappé aux éclats. Le civil turois avait été sur le sol, et bien qu'elle ait encore montré des signes d'une blessure à la tête lors de la descente de Donny, elle était autrement indemne. Le diplomate Asari se tenait entre le Turien et l'explosion, mais sa faible barrière les avait protégés. La diplomate turienne, cependant, avait été percée par de multiples shards de métal. Elle était allongée sur le sol avec quatre blessures d'entrée sur la poitrine et l'abdomen, ainsi qu'une sur la cheville gauche. Le sang avait taché ses vêtements autrefois blancs bleu, et elle sifflait, ce qui indiquait des dommages à l'un ou aux deux poumons. Raa était déjà en train de s'occuper de ses blessures, mais le dossier personnel qu'avait Avatar pour le Quarien n'indiquait pas l'expertise médicale. Vous avez besoin d'aide, Raa. Raa a hurlé, ses mains tremblantes ont atteint le Turian saignant. Le sang bleu s'est frotté sur ses mains quand elle a atteint la manche du Turian et a activé son couteau omnitool. Il s'est mis à la vie instantanément puis soigneusement tranché à travers le tissu, le coupant de l'uniforme. Elle a commencé à essuyer le liquide bleu qui l'a poussé à se tourner vers Avatar. "J'ai besoin d'aide. Je pense... Je pense qu'un poumon est rompu et même si je le scelle, elle pourrait encore être en état de choc. » Raa a dit d'essayer de nettoyer les trous assez pour vérifier leur profondeur et les remplir, méfiant de ceux près des poumons. "RK, j'ai besoin d'un dossier médical complet sur l'anatomie turque. S'il te plaît." "À venir mais il ralentira le téléchargement, à savoir pour vous parler à travers elle. Ce n'est qu'un fichier et de l'audio la plupart du temps." RK a répondu. Avatar a jugé que le piratage de la console et le traitement du Turian étaient des problèmes sensibles au temps, de sorte que ni l'un ni l'autre ne pouvait être différé. Il possédait des fichiers détaillant l'anatomie du Créateur, mais pas Turian, de sorte qu'il ne pouvait pas aider Raa-Kina aussi efficacement que RK. Par conséquent, il serait plus efficace pour lui de reprendre le piratage de la console pour permettre à RK de rejoindre Raa-Kina. En ne disant rien verbalement, Avatar a fait usage de la communication numérique directe pour informer RK qu'il pourrait reprendre sa tâche précédente. La communication numérique était plus proche de l'échange direct de pensées au lieu de parler, de sorte qu'ils pouvaient tenir une conversation en fractions d'une seconde. Naturellement, RK a renvoyé le feu avec ses propres arguments, mais finalement soumis à la fin. Ce foutu Geth était une machine logique et les émotions, contrairement à elle, n'ont pas calculé. Elle est passée à l'omnitool de Raa pour l'aider. Lentement, l'IA a commencé à parler à la Quarienne à travers le processus, d'abord en scellant les trous qui semblaient le pire. La cheville était la moindre préoccupation car ce n'était pas une menace de vie comme les blessures de la poitrine. RK a déterminé que le Turian avait du sang roulant dans son poumon bien qu'il n'était pas facile de le dire par le son seul et aucun outil pour mesurer le pouls ou les vibrations dans la cavité thoracique. Raa avait déjà patché trois des quatre trous et était sur le point de commencer le dernier quand RK l'a arrêtée, ce qui a provoqué la peur du Quarien. "Raa, ne fais pas ça. Pas encore. Elle a du sang dans les poumons et vous le scellez, ça pourrait le remplir plus vite. Nous avons besoin de tubes ou quelque chose de creux." RK a noté, en essayant de déterminer ce qui fonctionnerait. L'esprit de Raa était déjà en train de trouver le puzzle quand elle a réalisé une chose qu'elle pouvait utiliser. Doucement, elle a déplacé le bras de sa patiente sur la blessure à la poitrine. -- Tenez-le là, et ne le fermez pas! Elle a gaspillé peu de temps, elle a commencé à jouer avec son casque fermoirs. Avant que RK ne puisse lui faire un gros reproche ou l'avertir de Voira, Raa avait enlevé son casque avec un doux sifflement. Elle a inhalé l'air et immédiatement toussé, son nez cramponne à l'odeur du sang et du feu. Ignorant ses propres soucis, elle s'est vite branlée et a enlevé son tube d'air. Il y avait plusieurs heureusement et chacun seulement quelques centimètres de large sur les deux extrémités. RK, furieuse avec Raa, lui a donné des instructions sur la façon de positionner la tête et d'élever le bras pour aider le flux sanguin. En essayant de ne pas lui serrer les mains, Raa a inséré les tubes stérilisés dans la plaie. Immédiatement, le sang a bondi et sur quel petit blanc restait sur l'uniforme. À ce moment, l'un des Turiens était entré. Il monta rapidement à Avatar, travaillant au terminal, et s'adressa à lui. Cela a fait que Raa se branle la tête pour son attention. "A l'aide, j'ai besoin d'aide!" Elle a appelé, ses mains tenant les tubes en place et empêchant d'autres saignements. Sa voix était bruyante, paniquée sans le casque qui habituellement étouffait sa voix. Alors que Raa-Kina et RK s'occupaient des blessés, Avatar s'était emparé précisément de l'endroit où RK s'était arrêté, immédiatement après son retour à l'outil omni de Raa. Il y avait eu quelques obstacles au téléchargement du virus, car l'ordinateur central de la station était équipé d'une intelligence virtuelle qui gérait les fonctions de la station. Cependant, contre un vrai A.I, il n'a servi qu'à ralentir ses progrès. Au moment où Tacticus l'avait approché, le virus avait été complètement téléchargé. J'ai isolé la console de son contrôleur principal, Tacticus Agnom. Il est en cours de redémarrage; j'estime cinquante secondes avant de pouvoir accéder aux fonctions locales.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira n'a pas pris la peine de remercier Cactus et elle ne s'est pas excusée d'avoir presque tiré sur le Turian. Elle s'est simplement remise en position défensive près de Raa. Cependant, lorsqu'elle a vu qu'un côté avait été principalement débarrassé des ennemis, elle s'est rapidement déplacée pour s'occuper des Turiens restants. Vers ce moment-là, Donny se penchait de derrière sa table de flimsy (ou alors il semblait à Voira) pour jeter quelque chose.Voira n'a pas pu voir ce que c'était, mais elle savait qu'il était susceptible d'être abattu en morceaux, et elle ne pouvait pas juste regarder comme il est mort. Elle a pris plusieurs mesures pour mettre une barrière autour de lui, quand il s'est soudainement arrêté et l'a jeté. Voira a eu quelques secondes pour se rendre compte de ce que c'était, puis réagir. Ses yeux s'élargissent et elle recule rapidement, renforçant la barrière autour de Raa. "Tu es stupide-" Quoi que Voira criait était perdu dans l'explosion, et les Asari a trébuché sur le corps d'Asari blindé noir. Voira a heureusement été hors de portée de l'onde de choc. Toutefois, elle n'était pas hors de portée des éclats d'obus. Elle sentit deux lui couper le visage, et quelques-uns de plus s'embarquèrent dans son armure, l'un en fait le perçant. Alors qu'elle était couchée sur le sol, les oreilles sonnaient, elle faisait une vérification des blessures. Les oreilles sonnent, potentiellement des saignements. On ne pense pas qu'il y ait des dommages auditifs. La poitrine fait mal à l'enfer, à respirer, probablement une côte cassée, peut-être une fracture. La main fait mal comme une salope, mais c'est ce qui arrive quand on se fait tirer dessus. L'épaule fait encore pire, mais c'est parce que le recul l'a frappé et le bandage de fortune qu'il a. Le visage a deux, peut-être plus de coupures. Elle s'est ramassée, toussant. Le sang de violette s'est éclaboussé sur le sol. C'est pas vrai. Ce n'est pas bon. Ses oreilles arrêtèrent peu à peu de sonner, et elle prit conscience d'une voix paniquée qui criait à l'aide. Une voix très familière paniquée, même sans la barre. C'est Raa! Voira brouillait à ses pieds, les yeux à la recherche de la source pour voir un Raa couvert de sang à côté d'un Turian. Le mercenaire Asari a failli paniquer, jusqu'à ce qu'il clique que le sang de Raa était rouge. Elle n'était couverte que par le sang du Turian. Voira n'a eu qu'un moment de soulagement avant qu'elle ne s'y déplace rapidement, agenouillant à côté de Raa. Elle savait qu'elle ressemblait à un désordre, du sang autour de ses lèvres, des éclats qui sortaient de son armure (l'un avec du sang qui s'échappait), des coupures sous son œil droit et sur son front. "Raa!" Elle s'est cassée, avant de tousser l'obligeant à s'arrêter. Plus de sang violette s'est éclaboussé sur sa main gantée. Voira l'a ignorée. "Que veux-tu que je fasse au nom de la Déesse, pour que je te frappe après ça?" Raa s'est branlée, son corps sautant effrayé, quand elle a repéré Voira. Sa peau est devenue une couleur violette pâle à voir l'état de l'Asari comme elle s'étouffe sur tous les mots qu'elle était sur le point de dire. Bouche large ouverte et les yeux remplis de choc, son esprit semblait avoir oublié comment parler pendant un temps pendant qu'elle regardait. Heureusement, RK a parlé. "Arrêtez de menacer Raa, elle a assez rattrapé vous matriarche surprotective! Ma suggestion est de tendre vers le Turian pour que Raa puisse réparer ce qui reste de son casque et au moins le sauver. Bien qu'elle n'ait pas de rappels d'immunisation, elle ressentira les effets de ses actions assez fort plus tard. » L'IA a dit, sonnant amer sur le fait, puis a transféré une lecture de signe vital sur la Quarienne à l'Asari. C'est-à-dire pour calmer les nerfs frénétiques de l'extraterrestre. En outre, elle a fait une lecture rapide des signes vitaux de Voira et comparé à eux à sa propre connaissance. "Avant de commencer à chier à Raa, vérifiez vos propres blessures. Le poumon meurtri, les côtes cassées, les débris dans la poitrine, les coups de feu dans la main et l'épaule, et plus encore... Voix visage adouci, légèrement coupable, comme elle a vu l'expression sur le visage de Raa. Elle a fait un câlin serré et sanglant à la Quarienne, ignorant surtout l'IA. Tout va bien. Ce n'est rien que nous n'ayons pas traité et récupéré d'avant. Et pour info, RK, on s'en sortait bien jusqu'à ce qu'une salope décide de charger Biotic dans notre poitrine, et puis ce foutu humain a fait exploser un explosif ici. Elle s'est redressée, grinçant dans la douleur, avant d'appeler le médecin Cabalist. Votre diplomate féminin est surtout patché, sauf---- Voira s'arrêta de nouveau pour tousser plus de sang, heureusement moins que la dernière fois. Sauf pour les dommages aux poumons et le dernier trou lié à cette blessure. Viens sur Raa, laisse sortir le chemin et laisse tout le monde se rassembler, hmm? La tête de Raa s'est ébranlée en laissant Voira la soulever. Elle a remarqué, malgré sa pensée rapide plus tôt, que ses os n'étaient rien d'autre que du jello. Le poids se sentait déséquilibré et stable, la tête légèrement vertigineuse du soudain droit sur ses pieds qu'elle a serré ses trois doigts main à son temple. La pièce tourne légèrement. Cela n'a pas aidé elle était toujours enfermée dans le haut de l'adrénaline qui a refusé d'abandonner et de se laisser entraîner, ses yeux inquiets pour son compagnon dans le silence.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Une fois l'ennemi chargé dans la pièce, tout l'enfer s'est détaché dans une grêle de biotiques et de tirs d'armes qui venaient des deux directions du couloir. Demeurant la plupart du temps en douce couverture à ce point, Solares se penchait à sa droite tout en prenant le but et déchargeait huit coups dans l'autre bout du couloir, espérant que rien n'était encore en vie. Se tirant en couverture souple, il s'est penché contre le dessous de la table et a rapidement commencé à changer les clips thermiques. Si vous avez besoin de clips thermiques, faites-le moi savoir et je peux en partager avec vous s... Hé Donny, je sais ce que tu penses et c'est mieux si tu évites d'utiliser une mine de Cain ou tout explosif à haute puissance du genre à l'intérieur d'une zone pressurisée.Hé n'a pas voulu sonner comme s'il enseignait l'humain mais il y avait une forte préoccupation pour sa propre sécurité, le reste de son équipe, et la sécurité civile aussi. Mais il était trop tard, car Donny jeta la mine et sur un groupe d'ennemis où elle débarqua derrière eux. "Oh merde..." Solares s'est rapidement tiré dans une balle protectrice juste quelques secondes avant que la mine ne détone. L'onde de choc de l'explosion était si forte qu'elle l'a repoussé d'au moins cinq pieds à travers le sol en métal avec une couverture de débris. En ouvrant les yeux lentement, Solares se poussa de haut en haut du sol, tandis que tout le corps souffrait. C'était l'une des meilleures explosions que j'ai vécues. Il avait pris quelques morceaux de ferraille dans son armure, mais heureusement aucun d'entre eux n'avait pénétré assez loin pour le blesser. La force de l'explosion l'avait blessé, écœurant des os et causant des dommages internes qui pouvaient être guéris au fil du temps ou dans une baie sanitaire. Tout le monde va-t-il bien? – Il a demandé par son intermédiaire avant de se rendre compte qu'il ne pouvait rien entendre, sauf une sonnerie dans ses oreilles, ça n'aurait pas d'importance pour l'instant si quelqu'un lui répondait. Il a pensé à lui-même avant de sortir un couteau et d'essayer de libérer quelques morceaux de métal de son armure. D'où le métal avait fini, il a eu beaucoup de chance qu'aucun de lui n'ait traversé, ou il aurait été en très mauvais état. Un morceau a manqué où son cœur est et un autre a manqué le pont entre le poumon gauche et le poumon droit. Une fois qu'il s'est vérifié, il s'est rapidement rendu à Raa et à Voira, s'arrêtant mort dans ses traces quand il a vu les deux couverts de sang. Comment marches-tu encore? Et Raa, ça va? - Il a demandé d'un ton inquiet.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

D'accord, nous devrions être prêts à partir à ce moment-là... Tacticus a été coupé par Ra et les Asari en criant pour de l'aide. Il a rapidement regardé ce qui se passait et a vu tout le sang et les tubes de fortune sortir de l'autre diplomate qu'ils n'avaient pas été envoyés pour protéger à l'origine. Ce n'était pas ce dont ils avaient besoin en ce moment. D'autres blessés allaient les ralentir. A ce rythme, il ne savait même pas s'ils arriveraient aux humains à temps. Cactus commençait également à se sentir épuisé de tous les combats, la seule chose le gardant alerte et sur ses pieds était le flot constant d'adrénaline à ce moment. Ils lui avaient dit que cela pourrait arriver s'il était enfermé dans un combat prolongé. La solution qu'ils lui avaient donnée à l'entraînement était de ne pas entrer dans un combat étendu. Il s'est enfui et a attrapé Titus sur l'épaule alors qu'il vérifiait les mouvements oculaires d'Episia, l'un des soldats qui était près de l'explosion. "Titus, nous avons un diplomate blessé. Ça a l'air mauvais, leur sang drainant de ses poumons." Titus s'est retourné rapidement et a grondé. "Damnit, regardez ces deux-là, ils ont des commotions mineures et des éclats dans la peau. Enlevez-les pour qu'ils ne dorment pas. Je serai de retour pour eux." Titus a giflé Episia sur la mandibule quelques fois avant de se retourner sur son talon et d'aller dans une ruée vers le diplomate blessé. Tacticus a rapidement appelé Numso et lui a donné les mêmes informations que Titus lui avait donné. Il a commencé à cueillir des fragments de métal dans sa plaque thoracique et ses bras, dont la plupart avaient tiré du sang, tout en lui parlant et en essayant d'obtenir des réponses. Ils ont tous deux commencé à sortir de leurs états assoiffés peu de temps après, mais les deux avaient des problèmes d'audition. "Hey hey hey hey, ne va pas dormir sur moi en ce moment tu es presque en dehors de ça. Allez, reste éveillé encore quelques minutes, tu iras bien bientôt, reste éveillé. » Tacticus criait alors qu'il a appliqué medi-gel et Episia a commencé à glisser dans un état proche du coma. Heureusement, elle s'est encore améliorée et Tacticus a fini de la recoudre et a juste commencé à lui parler. Finalement, il lui a parlé sur les pieds et a trouvé son arme pour elle. Confidante elle serait d'accord d'y aller quand ils ont déménagé, juste pour être sûr qu'il a prévu de rester avec elle jusqu'à ce qu'ils aient effectivement déménagé et Cactus passerait à nouveau à l'avant du groupe. Pendant ce temps, Sura s'était approchée du Geth avec une demande. "Avatar si vous avez accès aux caméras, pourriez-vous vérifier les couloirs autour du site de l'embuscade? J'avais un de mes cabalistes avec qui j'ai perdu le contact quand on est en embuscade. Elle est probablement morte, mais j'aimerais en être sûr."

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Au fur et à mesure que les blessés étaient traités, le diplomate turois commença lentement à avancer vers son collègue blessé. Il avait été désorienté par l'explosion et commençait tout juste à dépasser les sonneries dans ses oreilles. Quand il a finalement commencé à reconnaître la gravité de ses blessures, il a commencé à devenir visiblement plus paniqué, plus qu'on ne s'y attendait pour un étranger blessé. Il a commencé à respirer plus rapidement, et agiter légèrement la tête. C'est pas vrai. Non, non, non, il a commencé à murmurer, surtout pour lui-même. Tandis qu'il prenait ses marques, il entendit plusieurs des autres crier à Donny, le blâmant pour l'explosion. Soudain, son expression devint intensément furieuse. Il s'est serré les mains dans les poings et a frappé jusqu'à l'Homme. Attendez, c'était vous? Vous avez fait ça? Vous... - Il a crié. Le Turian a regardé comme s'il allait frapper Donny, mais a été distrait quand une transmission a commencé à être diffusée par la station. L'audio a joué sur l'interphone de la station, tandis que la vidéo était jouée sur certains des écrans holographiques non endommagés sur les murs de la salle. De plus, le message était diffusé ouvertement sur un signal que n'importe quel omni-outil pouvait capter. Il semblait qu'il s'agissait d'un repas en direct de la salle de réunion d'où ils s'étaient échappés il y a quelques minutes. Les diplomates et les gardes qui ne s'étaient pas échappés étaient maintenant alignés sur leurs genoux, plusieurs soldats armés de noir se tenant derrière eux avec leurs armes prêtes. Un peu plus de la moitié des treize prisonniers étaient des soldats humains, tandis que les autres étaient des diplomates, principalement Turian et Quarien, avec un seul Salarien à la fin de la ligne. Devant eux, face à la caméra, se trouvaient les Asari qui semblaient les avoir menés pendant l'embuscade. Avec un regard de confiance déterminée dans ses yeux, elle commença à parler. Les gens d'Ancora, vos sauveurs sont là, et nous sommes arrivés à un succès retentissant. Même maintenant, ma flotte ravage les navires de vos envahisseurs, et va bientôt briser leur campement sur votre monde. Le Conseil de la Citadelle a jugé bon d'assimiler votre monde, la maison que vous avez construite à partir de rien, dans leur empire gonflé et mourant. Ils ont laissé vos ancêtres à leur destin, mais attendez-vous maintenant à ce que vous leur donniez tout ce que vous avez. Ils appelleraient ça le progrès, ils appelleraient ça la justice, mais j'appelle ça la guerre. Je l'appellerais l'oppression, je l'appellerais la tyrannie. Le Conseil s'enorgueillit d'avoir la force qui a vaincu les Reapers, mais ici et maintenant, nous avons montré qu'il leur était possible de résister. Ils peuvent être vaincus. Rejoignez notre combat, rejoignez notre combat... Les Asari ont dit, arrêtant un instant comme elle l'a signalé aux soldats derrière elle. Sans hésiter, ils ont tous tiré sur les prisonniers, exécutant les treize et peignant le sol avec différentes couleurs de sang. Et tous ceux qui se dressent contre vous rencontreront le même sort. C'était un court message, mais la salle était silencieuse quelques instants après sa conclusion, à l'exception des gémissements des blessés. Le diplomate turois semblait encore en colère, mais était maintenant trop vaincu par la peur d'agir, du moins pour le moment. Avatar a compris que le message semblait être conçu au moins partiellement pour intimider les forces restantes du Conseil à bord de la station, mais qu'il n'était pas éloigné de sa tâche. Pendant que le message jouait, Avatar avait eu accès aux fonctions locales de la station. Immédiatement, il a verrouillé la plupart des portes de sécurité et examiné simultanément tous les flux de la caméra qu'il pouvait accéder à la fois. Il réinitialise chaque mot de passe de sécurité à des chaînes aléatoires de nombres et de lettres de 25 600 caractères, chacun, après avoir modifié le code pour permettre des mots de passe plus longs. Il ne serait pas en mesure d'accéder aux fonctions de la console à distance, mais il pourrait retarder la station de VI d'être en mesure de revenir à ses changements. Cette console ne possède pas d'accès à la caméra pour cette section de la station, et je ne vois aucun autre soldat Cabal dans les flux de la caméra que je peux accéder. Cependant, j'ai verrouillé toutes les portes de sécurité dans cette section de la station, à l'exception de celles menant aux sas. J'ai également détaché et saboté les pinces d'amarrage qui tenaient la navette humaine en place. Il est maintenant libre de partir. À l'heure actuelle, les forces humaines alliées sont en vie, mais sont sur le point d'engager une force ennemie qui garde les sas qui les surpassent. Je recommande de les avertir de rester en position jusqu'à ce que nous puissions les atteindre. Pendant tout le temps qui s'est écoulé depuis la fin des combats, le civil turois n'était pas devenu silencieux. S'il y a quoi que ce soit, elle était devenue plus paniquée. Elle était encore en train de se serrer la tête dans ses mains et de sangloter, maintenant plus fort qu'auparavant. De plus, l'un des Turians Avatar avait tiré dessus, et quelques-uns dans le couloir à l'extérieur de la pièce n'avaient pas été tués immédiatement par leurs blessures. Ils étaient tous dans un état grave, et bien qu'ils ne soient plus une menace, ils étaient encore très vivants. Ils saignaient abondamment et gémissaient de la douleur intense de leurs blessures. Celui qui était à l'intérieur de la pièce mendiait de l'aide comme son armure, et la peau en dessous, avait été fendu ouverte assez visiblement. Aucun des ennemis blessés ne survivrait sans soins médicaux et, en raison de la gravité de leurs blessures, ils mourraient lentement.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira a donné un sourire légèrement tendu à Solares. « Nous avons survécu bien pire, croyez-nous. Rappelez-nous plus tard à quel point c'est terrible d'inculper directement dans les dents de l'armée Elcor. » Elle n'a fait qu'un bref coup d'œil à l'humain et au diplomate Turien restant. Tant qu'il n'a pas essayé d'attaquer Raa, elle était très bien avec elle. Les yeux de l'Asari se sont brisés sur les écrans et elle a eu un mauvais sentiment à travers elle à la vue des soldats captifs et des diplomates. Tu n'as pas l'intention d'aligner des prisonniers comme ça si tu veux juste les montrer. Et ils n'ont pas été aussi inquiets pour notre sécurité jusqu'à présent. Sa certitude que quelque chose de mauvais allait arriver n'a été augmenté que lorsque la salope à l'écran a commencé à parler. Juste autour quand les Asari a commencé à répandre quelque chose au sujet du Conseil s'immisçant à battre les Reapers, Oui, laisse ignorer toutes les autres races et le système terminus soldats et mercs qui ont aidé. Voira a pensé acidulément suivi rapidement par la déesse RK se frotte sur moi., était quand le mercenaire doucement mais fermement saisi la tête de Raa et l'a fait regarder. "Regarde-nous. Gardez vos yeux sur les nôtres. Croyez-nous, vous ne voulez pas voir ce qui se passe ensuite." Afin de protéger le Quarien du son même, elle a créé quelques barrières denses autour des oreilles de Raa. C'est seulement quand les écrans se sont éteints qu'elle a laissé Raa partir. Voira regarda critiquement le Turian à l'intérieur de la pièce, en écoutant ses cris d'aide et les gémissements des autres à l'extérieur. Instinctivement, sa main de tir a atteint pour un pistolet tandis que son autre main a commencé à arracher des éclats d'une façon dépourvue d'esprit (chantant un peu comme elle a yanné celui dans sa chair). Cependant, plutôt que de tirer sur l'ennemi abattu, Voira regarda Raa et soupira. "Nous nous occuperons d'eux. Non, on ne leur tirera pas dessus. Reste ici avec Solares. Ça veut dire que vous restez en position trop Solares. Ne pensez pas qu'on ne vous ait pas vu se faire jeter par cette onde de choc." Avec cela, elle a pris une profonde respiration, clin d'œil à la douleur qu'elle a causé, et est passée à la mendicité Turian. "Trousse-toi. Si c'était à nous, tu serais mort. En l'état, nous gaspillons medi-gel pour épargner votre misérable vie. Utilisez-le bien. Nous ne donnons pas de troisième chance." Avec une précision pratique, Voira a appliqué son magasin de Medi-gel au pire des zones blessées. Elle s'est levée, elle a regardé le reste de la pièce. "Personne ne le tue. Sinon nous avons gaspillé notre medi-gel et nous le prendrons à celui qui le tuera. Cela vaut aussi pour ses compatriotes, que nous allons réparer à l'extérieur." En quittant la pièce, elle a utilisé son medi-gel et les pratiques de base qu'elle pouvait pour donner moins de douleur aux turiens à leur mort. Elle n'avait pas assez pour les guérir complètement, mais elle leur a donné une chance. Ou au moins une mort plus paisible. De retour dans la chambre et du côté de Raa quelques minutes plus tard, ramenant son fusil d'assaut et le stockant sur son dos comme elle l'a fait, elle a parlé. "Avant de demander, oui, nous sommes hors de Medi-gel. Non, vous ne pouvez nous donner aucun des vôtres."

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

La bataille était finie... Mais pas sans répercussions. Cette pièce était beaucoup plus petite, puis Donny s'est rendu compte. Il savait que sa mine avait un rayon d'explosion efficace de 5 mètres, mais il ne pensait pas que cette pièce avait autant d'éclats. Il regarda derrière lui et remarqua que quelques diplomates turcs avaient été frappés avec l'éclaboussure. Il ne voulait pas, mais il ne pouvait pas le trouver en lui-même pour justifier ses actions. Quand le turian s'approchait de lui, Donny savait ce qu'il allait (ou voulait) faire. Il n'allait pas l'arrêter. Mais ça n'est jamais venu. Il s'est passé quelque chose de pire. Il y a eu une annonce sur les interphones. Une vidéo a été affichée sur les holoscreen dans la pièce. Donny y a vu les Asari, et quelques prisonniers. Il a vu Alexander, Brendan et Harriette. "Non... Dieu s'il te plaît... pas eux... pas ça..." La colère et le chagrin se sont accumulés à l'intérieur de Donny alors qu'il regardait et entendait la scène se dérouler. Il a vu que l'ennemi a abattu ses camarades soldats et tous les autres. Les mains de Donny se balançaient dans un poing, et dans une rage, il frappait un mur voisin avec son pouvoir biotique, créant une brèche importante. "C'est lui qui se défonce!" Donny essayait de comprendre, mais avec une petite enclume. Il ne pouvait faire que des suppositions et des généralisations. Toute la situation sentait une opération de faux drapeau, et cet affichage ne l'a fait qu'enfoncer. Pour que les diplomates soient appelés à une réunion précoce, seulement pour être attaqués par des assaillants inconnus, qui sont ensuite arrêtés par des sauveurs de plus en plus inconnus. Pire encore, ces sauveurs ont tué les diplomates et les autres soldats de Donny. Cela a fait plus d'ennemis pour Donny et les autres. Il espérait que les civvies de ce vaisseau n'étaient peut-être pas si bêtes que de croire à tout ça, mais en même temps Donny n'est même pas sûr de la façon dont les communications sont épuisées. Il n'a reçu aucune nouvelle d'Alexandre avant sa capture, ni une autre d'Aman ou Rosemary. Seraph a été tranquille, alors Donny l'a immédiatement appelée. "Peut-être que c'est Dong, me recevez-vous? Avez-vous vu cet écran? À vous." Une minute froide s'est écoulée avant que Donny n'entende une voix. "Affirmatif. Nous avons vu que Briar et Scope nous ont dit que Steak restait derrière quand ils ont été embusqués. Graisse et horlogerie... Ils ont été capturés quand ils sont allés passer outre le verrouillage sur la zone du cintre. Donny, quel est ton statut?" C'était l'un de ces moments où Donny avait l'impression que des minutes prenaient des heures. Il était étourdi. Il était en colère. Il voulait pleurer. Il voulait se cacher. Il voulait tuer tout le monde dans cette pièce. Mais pour l'instant, il devait parler. Honnêtement, je ne sais pas. Je... Je veux juste rentrer chez moi... Feathers, je ne sais pas quelle est votre position, mais restez à l'écart de la vue. Je vais essayer d'en rapporter le plus rapidement possible. On ne peut pas rester sur ce vaisseau. Nous... J'arrive. Encore et encore." Donny garda le silence radio et regarda les autres. Il ne leur faisait plus confiance. Il était le seul humain parmi les extraterrestres, les extraterrestres qui voulaient le tuer. Pourquoi voudraient-ils faire ça? Quel est leur but? Qu'espère - t - il accomplir? Il pensait venir pour aider à réparer les relations avec l'espèce conseil, pas aller à la guerre avec eux. Donny était ébranlé, et il opérait à peine mentalement. Il y avait tellement de choses dans sa tête, et une seule chose qu'il savait faire avancer. "J'ai besoin d'y aller. Tout de suite. Mon équipe a perdu trois soldats et maintenant nous avons une idée de ce contre quoi nous sommes confrontés. Peu importe qui ils sont, ils ont le contrôle du navire, et en supposant qu'ils ne mentent pas, l'espace autour de la station aussi bien. Je... Je ne sais pas ce qu'il y a d'autre à faire. Vous voyez ce qu'ils font aux prisonniers. Je sais que beaucoup d'entre vous ne m'aiment pas. Vous pensez probablement que je suis un idiot, que je pourrais finir par vous tuer par mes actions, et je serais d'accord avec vous. Alors... fais ce que tu veux maintenant. Va trouver ta propre évasion, essaie de venir avec moi... Peu importe." Donny ne s'est même pas arrêté pour détruire l'équipement ennemi. Il s'est simplement assuré que toutes ses armes étaient prêtes avant de marcher vers la baie d'amarrage. Son casque cache ses mille regards de cour. Il se déplaçait lentement, avec soin, mais avait son arme prête, le doigt planant juste à l'extérieur de la gâchette. Mais il était aussi prêt à porter plainte à la première menace qu'il voyait. À ce stade, il ne se souciait plus des garanties. Ils étaient tous aussi bons que morts s'ils ne peuvent pas sortir de la station. Et il préférerait mourir en combattant, puis être capturé, torturé, et les exécutés pour des raisons inconnues.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Il n'y avait qu'un mot pour décrire l'état de conscience de Raa à son environnement et c'était... Numb. Tout ce qui n'était pas directement en contact avec elle se sentait plus surréaliste et rêveur qu'elle ne le pensait. Son esprit se détend suffisamment pour tomber dans un choc retardé des événements qui se sont produits, et finalement les laisser s'enfoncer alors qu'elle regardait brièvement ses mains ensanglantées. Le bleu a tout taché de ses manches à son front, la couvrant dans le sang de Turian, alors qu'elle essayait de raconter ce qu'elle venait de faire. Pour un moment d'arrêt cardiaque, l'esprit de Raa est devenu vide. Même la panique n'a pas réussi à l'enraciner dans sa conscience et c'était une cause de préoccupation. Doucement, le petit Quarien se sentait marionnetter par Voira. L'Asari menait la route bien que Raa pouvait à peine enregistrer où exactement, ses pieds se redressant l'un devant l'autre. Elle ressemblait à une petite enfant qui apprenait encore à marcher. Elle a laissé Voira l'éloigner du turian en train de s'écrouler et de saigner dans le coin opposé, son expression blanche quand ils ont finalement atteint le casier d'armes. Son oreille a à peine entendu le diplomate turois s'écraser sur Donny lors de sa dernière action, quelque chose sur l'explosion, avant qu'elle ne sombre contre le mur. Son propre costume portait encore les marques de ce qu'elle avait tenté d'accomplir pendant qu'elle essayait de purger sa mémoire. Il n'a pas aidé elle ne pouvait pas nettoyer son costume et à chaque fois qu'elle regardait en bas, ses yeux attrapaient les signes révélateurs du diplomate gravement blessé. Elle a commencé à trembler. Elle était assez sûre que ses soins médicaux n'étaient pas assez pour sauver la femme et elle ne pouvait pas aider à s'inquiéter de ses bonnes intentions pourrait avoir juste fait empirer les choses. Et si elle avait tué le Turian à la place? L'haleine de Raa a fait une prise forte, son rythme creux et stable, ses yeux regardaient dans le mur lointain. Elle s'est penchée contre le casier d'armes, laissant actuellement le métal froid refroidir sa chair. Ça ne l'aidait pas beaucoup. Sa tête nue continua à se pencher contre la machine froide et le stockage des armes, regardant tranquillement le médecin turois arriver. Le mâle a immédiatement sauté à réparer son travail hâtive, son attention a mis l'accent sur l'augmentation de la survie du diplomate. Raa a senti une déception s'enfoncer. Dans le fond de son esprit, Raa ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de se demander si elle l'avait rendue bien pire quand elle aurait dû la laisser seule. L'attention de Raa a été prise quand elle a entendu Solares se renseigner sur son statut. Faiblement elle avala ses nerfs et regarda vers lui, ses yeux s'attardèrent dans son choc, et hurla. "Oui... je crois que je le suis. Je me sens juste... bizarre. Elle n'a même pas dit qu'elle devait être propre. C'était la dernière chose sur son esprit à ce moment-là, alors qu'elle recourbée plus serrée, ses bras enveloppés autour de ses jambes et essayant de se rendre plus petit. Son menton s'assit sur ses genoux et regarda devant. Au moins jusqu'à ce qu'elle saute en entendant un boom de la voix féminine sur l'interphone. Il a interrompu la tentative du Turian de déchirer Donny alors que les Asari ont commencé ce qui ressemblait à une excuse pour prendre la station en otage, sa voix commande et ferme dans ses paroles. Il a fait peur à Raa sur un plan instinctif pour l'écouter. Que Voira ait senti sa terreur ou qu'elle sache ce qui allait se passer, Raa ne saurait jamais.Sa tête a été prise dans les mains de son tuteur alors qu'elle poussait Raa face à regarder dans elle. C'était suffisant pour augmenter la peur des Quarians. Elle a laissé ses yeux s'attarder dans les Asari, tandis que les paroles de Voira arrivaient à travers sa brume, craignant de griffer dans le cœur de Raa à prédire ce qui allait arriver. Les larmes poussaient déjà à ses yeux quand les picotements ramassaient à ses oreilles, bourdonnant les coups de feu, la poussant à gémir en réaction. Ses mains semblaient s'être serrées au-dessus de ses oreilles aux côtés de Voix, essayant d'aider à bloquer le son encore plus loin. Elle tremblait quand tout s'est terminé. Son esprit sachant au fond de ce qui s'est passé et son visage s'enterra dans le côté des vestiaires d'armes, des larmes coulant librement le long de ses joues dans sa lutte pour ne pas éclater en pleurs. Elle savait que son superviseur, un patron bienveillant mais ferme, avait été parmi ceux qui avaient été massacrés. Elle parlait à travers ses mots de voix qui tremblaient qu'ils pensaient tous. C'est ce que les "savoirs" font maintenant? Le meurtre d'innocents qui n'ont pas encore fait de mal à eux et l'appellent justice? Elle voulait que cette journée soit finie. Pour rentrer à la maison, boucler sur son lit et prétendre que ça n'est jamais arrivé. Une pensée et un désir agréables, mais d'une cendre pure et impossible pour une réalité. Peu importe à quel point elle le souhaitait fiévreusement, ce jour est déjà arrivé et il ne serait jamais défait. Raa s'est installée dans le métal, espérant en partie qu'elle pourrait fusionner avec elle et disparaître, quand elle a senti Voira la regarder. Levant les yeux vers le haut, elle a remarqué le soupir d'Asari puis lui a ordonné de rester avec Solares. Raa s'inclina alors qu'elle se penchait de nouveau dans le mur. Elle doutait qu'elle ait eu la volonté de se déplacer sans parler de suivre Voira dans le couloir où d'autres cadavres étaient couchés là, leurs yeux invisibles regardant. La pensée a fait trembler le Qaurian à l'intérieur. Quelques minutes plus tard, ses yeux ont repéré Voira revenir à ses côtés après avoir pris soin de celle à l'intérieur avec eux. Raa ne pouvait pas aider mais remarquer que sa figure d'ami était couverte de sang frais. Ses yeux s'élargissent pour regarder Voira et sa peau palpitante, incapable de penser clairement. Quoi? Non, tu sais que je ne peux pas te laisser partir sans medi-gel..Sa voix a levé quelques octaves, son esprit se déchirant dans le sujet, son corps qui peine à s'élever. Et si tu t'es fait mal ou pire, qu'est-ce que Voira? Qui va me garder en sécurité? Non, tu as besoin de medi-gel. Déjà sa main est allée à son omnitool pour transférer une partie de son propre approvisionnement, probablement assez pour deux personnes, à Voira. Elle s'est arrêtée quand ses oreilles ont finalement attrapé les mots de Donny. Il était stressé, confus et imprudent. Elle le regarda valser hors de la pièce et se dirigea vers l'une des directions, incapable de se faire suivre à nouveau. Il était difficile de rester juste debout comme il l'était puisque le haut d'adrénaline était mort depuis longtemps. Maintenant, elle ressentait les conséquences. "Nous devons aller après lui comme nous ne sommes pas prêts et il va se faire tuer." Raa a déclaré, tranquillement. Sa tête avait suivi le réveil de l'homme et a pensé intérieurement aller après bien qu'elle ne serait pas aller loin.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Voira était tout à fait prête à laisser l'homme partir. S'il voulait se faire tuer par ses propres actions, ce n'était pas un problème avec elle. Il avait déjà causé plus de blessures que tous les ennemis réunis. Raa, cependant, n'était pas et semblait avoir l'intention à la fois d'abandonner son Medi-gel et de le suivre. Les Asari n'ont pas pu la laisser faire non plus. Voira s'assit à côté de la Quarienne, l'embrassant doucement. "Les Cabalistes et Avatar peuvent le poursuivre. Solaires aussi, s'il aime. Tu vas rester ici et récupérer, et ensuite on y va. Nous aurons medi-gel de qui nous pouvons." Elle a été calme pendant un moment, puis a parlé avec une douceur la plupart des gens n'auraient pas attendu que l'Asari ardent et agressif possède. "Ça va aller Raa. Tu as aidé à sauver la vie du Turian, et le médecin s'assurera qu'elle y arrive. Tu vas traverser ça, c'est normal de te sentir engourdie après tant de morts." Elle n'a pas ajouté qu'elle s'était habituée depuis longtemps à le voir et qu'elle était aussi anormale à cet égard. Elle a libéré Raa avec un seul bras, en utilisant l'autre pour détacher la couverture attachée autour de son épaule. « Pendant que nous vous nettoyons autant que possible, dites-nous les schémas pour les bateaux Yasis, série 4505, classe C. Comme celui sur lequel ton grand-père travaillait avec Devryn pour Tevura." La couverture de bébé était étonnamment propre, et Voira avait tout prévu pour la ruiner. Elle a commencé à essuyer le sang de Raa, un bras l'embrassant encore.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Solares a ouvert un canal privé pour Voira afin que les deux d'entre eux puissent parler sans aucune interruption. Je n'ai aucun doute que vous avez tous les deux survécu pire, à ma surprise vous faites une équipe incroyablement forte et inséparable. Je suis toujours préoccupé par la santé physique et mentale de tout le monde après ce qui vient de se passer. Je sais que cinq d'entre nous, y compris moi-même, peuvent supporter le stress et la pression de la guerre, mais il semble que Donny et Raa ne vont pas bien après ce qui vient de se passer. Raa n'a-t-il jamais traversé un stress accru et un entraînement de combat situationnel? » Il y a eu une courte pause maladroite, il savait que la réponse n'était pas juste par la façon dont Raa avait réagi au premier combat seul. C'était une question stupide, n'est-ce pas? Une fois que tout cela sera terminé et qu'elle aura complètement guéri mentalement et physiquement, mon conjoint et moi l'aiderons par l'intermédiaire du régiment d'entraînement des forces spéciales turiennes. Je pense personnellement que c'est une grande idée et une opportunité pour elle, cela améliorera sa mentalité quand dans des situations de combat comme ce qui vient de se passer et des événements traumatisants.Le médecin et les forces spéciales plus solides regardaient Voira dans les yeux puis parlaient une fois de plus, un ton sérieux dans sa voix. Vous et moi savons tous les deux que la galaxie est un endroit froid, dur, impitoyable et vicieux où il faut apprendre à se débrouiller. Je tiens autant à Raa que vous, et je veux seulement qu'elle soit bien équipée pour tout ce qui peut arriver ici dans la galaxie. » Ayant mis à son avis et ayant une conversation privée avec Voira, il s'est assis à côté de Raa et l'a gardée, se sentant toujours comme s'il avait été heurté par un grand camion en raison de l'onde de choc. Je ne suis pas d'accord avec le fait d'être coincé ici pendant que vous guérissez Cabal mais je vais faire ce que vous dites pour l'instant. Il était clair qu'elle était en état de choc, heureusement ce n'était pas aussi grave qu'il pensait qu'il allait l'être. Il a légèrement étouffé ses cheveux avant de se pencher sur les deux genoux et de la regarder rapidement pour toute blessure. Reculant et tenant le contact visuel, il a parlé, vous souvenez-vous qu'une fois nous faisions une promenade dans le présidium avec Voira et j'ai perdu mon pied puis est tombé dans le lac en dessous? J'ai dit que c'était délibéré mais vous saviez que c'était une erreur, je peux dire fidèlement qu'il n'y a pas de poisson dans ce lac. Il est important de retenir l'attention de quelqu'un pendant qu'il était en état de choc afin qu'il ne se concentre pas sur les événements traumatisants. Donny eut alors une rupture mentale peu de temps après, jetant toutes les décisions et pensées logiques hors du sas pour une raison inconnue, puis tourna lentement et sortit du couloir. Il y a quelqu'un qui s'occupe de Donny et qui lui parle, je suis occupé ici pour l'amour de toutes choses. Quand elle est revenue, elle a pris place à côté de Raa, et Solares s'est assise de l'autre côté d'elle, ajoutant des commentaires positifs chaque fois qu'il le pouvait. Se poussant sur ses pieds, il offrit un coup de main à Raa pour l'aider à se tenir debout. Si vous en avez besoin, je peux vous emmener à la navette Raa.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

La réaction des alliés d'Avatar à la situation n'était pas idéale. Le jugement erroné de Donny quant au rendement de son explosif, associé aux émotions provoquées par le témoignage de l'exécution sur les écrans autour d'eux, l'a amené à se comporter irrationnellement. Il a rapidement commencé à partir sans s'assurer que ses alliés suivaient. Voira avait choisi d'utiliser son medi-gel pour traiter les ennemis blessés, et bien qu'Avatar ait reconnu qu'il s'agissait d'une action humaine, il était fort possible qu'ils puissent avoir besoin de ces fournitures médicales pour traiter leurs propres blessés. De plus, Raa semblait subir un stress mental aigu, même si elle ne savait pas exactement quel événement l'avait provoqué. Comme Avatar tentait rapidement de déterminer la meilleure voie d'action, il entendit Voira tenter de calmer Raa. L'Asari était l'individu le mieux adapté à cette tâche, mais son plan était potentiellement dangereux. Avatar a compris le désir de garder les non-combattants hors des combats, mais la sécurité de la salle de sécurité ne pouvait pas être garantie. Avatar avait verrouillé la plupart des portes de sécurité dans la zone, mais les schémas n'indiquaient pas qu'aucun d'entre eux était plus durable que les portes que l'ennemi avait franchies il y a quelques minutes. L'ennemi pourrait se briser par la force si le piratage n'était pas réussi. Alors que Solares semblait réconforter Raa, Avatar s'approcha rapidement de Voira. Avertissement; cette ligne de conduite n'est pas recommandée. Les forces hostiles sont capables de pénétrer les portes de sécurité, de sorte qu'elles ne seront pas complètement arrêtées. Nous arriverons probablement aux sas avant qu'ils ne puissent suivre, mais cela suppose que nous nous déplaçons rapidement. De plus, je n'ai pas le contrôle de la navette humaine elle-même. Il est actuellement libre de partir à tout moment, mais les forces humaines de la station ne l'atteignent pas encore. Si nous libérons les forces hostiles près des sas et atteignons la navette, le pilote suivra probablement les ordres de l'ambassadeur de l'Homme et pourra partir avant que le personnel non combattant n'ait le temps d'atteindre la navette depuis cette pièce. Les forces humaines à bord de la station ont démontré une volonté d'abandonner les forces alliées dans des situations stressantes.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Les choses ont commencé à ralentir et la fatigue a commencé à s'installer pour tout le monde alors que les combats étaient presque constants depuis l'embuscade. Ils avaient vraiment besoin de quitter cet endroit peu de temps avant que les rebelles se regroupent et parviennent à retirer chaque groupe individuellement. Après avoir pris un morceau d'éclat de sa mandibule et s'être assuré que les deux qui avaient été assez proches de l'explosion pour recevoir des commotions étaient bons d'aller il a fait son chemin à Titus comme Sura voulait savoir s'ils pouvaient raisonnablement déplacer le diplomate. C'était dans le temps que Titus appelait quelqu'un pour l'aider. Il marchait encore devant le diplomate turois sur ses pieds, se mordant les doigts à l'idée que son ami s'allongeait sur le groupe mourant. Tacticus s'est agenouillée à côté des Turianes tout comme elle était roulée sur son côté. "À trois, j'arrache le tube. Elle va essayer de griffer à l'ouverture dans sa poitrine. Empêchez-la de faire ça pour que je puisse la fermer." Tacticus a hurlé et a saisi fermement le bras libre du diplomate alors qu'elle luttait pour respirer. Le compte à rebours a commencé trois...deux...un. Quand il a glissé le tube de fortune sanglant, la diplomate a utilisé toutes ses forces pour essayer de repousser Tacticus. Heureusement, il était beaucoup plus fort qu'elle et s'est emparé de son autre bras alors qu'elle essayait de l'effacer. Elle a inhalé brusquement et se branlait les jambes. Titus allait rapidement travailler en appliquant medi-gel à l'intérieur de ses poumons, puis à l'incision qui avait été faite. Une fois qu'elle a commencé à respirer correctement, Titus s'est rapidement mise au travail pour la calmer. Cactus regarda la cicatrice sur sa poitrine et se rendit compte que le Quarien avait été à moins d'un pouce de son cœur avec cette incision. Ce diplomate aurait pu facilement être tué. Décidant de dire quoi que ce soit Titus l'a informé qu'il pourrait prendre soin d'elle et qu'ils pourraient bouger maintenant s'ils en avaient besoin. Monter Cactus a vu l'Homme sortir de la porte comme s'il avait vu la mort. Il a deviné qu'il se sentait coupable d'avoir presque tué plusieurs de leurs propres gens. "Où est-ce qu'il va..." Tacticus a dit semi à haute voix. Peu de temps après, l'Asari a dit qu'elle voulait rester ici dans cette pièce avec le Quarien. S'il ne savait pas mieux, il aurait cru que ces gens voulaient mourir. Il est allé au Geth et les deux autres se sont rassemblés autour de la Quarienne maintenant. Quand le Geth a fini de leur dire quelle était leur meilleure chance et ce qui était susceptible d'arriver Cactus a crié dans "Je ne doute pas qu'ils partiraient sans nous, vu qu'il l'a fait... encore une fois. Regardez si vous voulez rester ici et mourir. Mais nous pouvons déplacer le diplomate maintenant et nous allons emmener le reste des civies avec nous à cette navette. Si nous avons aussi nous pouvons soumettre le pilote humain. Je peux conduire la navette." Sura est ensuite montée derrière lui. "Guess tout ce temps que vous auriez dû dormir va payer. Je ne fais pas confiance au pilote humain, peu importe ce qui se passe." Elle s'est ensuite tournée vers le reste du groupe. "Je sais que nous sommes fatigués et que nous voulons que ce soit fini, mais nous ne sortons pas encore d'ici. J'espère vraiment que vous serez tous les trois dans cette navette avec nous. Geth, je vais supposer que tu aimes ta plateforme ou n'importe quoi et que tu veux sortir d'ici. Quarien, quel que soit votre nom, vous venez de sauver un de nos diplomates et je vous en suis reconnaissant. Mais nous avons besoin de bouger... maintenant." La Sura s'éloigna rapidement du groupe et commença à aboyer les ordres au reste de la Cabale pour se préparer à se déplacer. Puis rapidement, elle se rend chez les diplomates restants et leur dit quelque chose de similaire. "Sortons d'ici." Tacticus dit alors qu'il préparait son arme et qu'il s'attachait ensuite à la cabale qui se forme maintenant.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Malgré ses meilleures tentatives, Raa n'a pas été capable de se lever. Chaque fois qu'elle essayait, ses os semblaient être faits de goo et émiettés sous elle, la ramenant sur son petit cul. La frustration et la lassitude se sont lavées lentement sur elle. Ses tentatives la drainaient de plus en plus d'énergie, puis elle pensait qu'ils le feraient. Enfin, Raa a abandonné. Elle retomba dans sa position assise, haïssant intérieurement sa faiblesse. De tous, elle avait fait nus quelque chose d'utile, mais ça n'avait pas l'air comme ça. Chaque partie de son temps comme elle avait couru sur des milliers de miles et perplexe ensemble une machine compliquée, le tout en même temps, la laissant juste vouloir se reposer pendant un moment. Ce n'est que lorsque Solares a posé une question à Raa qu'elle a réalisé où il était, clignotant un peu de surprise. Naturellement, elle a hâte de se concentrer sur quelque chose d'autre, et l'a hissée oui. Des Mandibles envoûtant de plaisir à sa réponse, Solares a légèrement étouffé ses cheveux et s'est assis sur ses genoux amenant son visage à son niveau. Il suffisait d'apporter un petit sourire léger à ses lèvres violettes. Elle a regardé confus ses yeux la balayant pour des blessures. Bien sûr qu'il n'en a pas trouvé. De tous, bien qu'elle fût couverte de sang, elle était la moins blessée. Pas une égratignure sur elle grâce à Voira. Quand ses yeux se fixèrent sur son visage, elle le regarda profondément dans les yeux lui donnant et se concentra sur son visage. Son esprit dérive entre l'image qui lui est présentée et les souvenirs de leur dernière interaction, incapable de mettre ce qui était différent en comparaison. Quelque chose avait changé ou c'était peut-être à cause des événements récents. Le Turian s'arrêta pour crier sur l'explosion de Donny, son esprit rappelant sa mention antérieure de l'arrêter brièvement, avant qu'elle ne soit de nouveau distrait par Solares. La tête de Raa's tourna de son côté quand Voira s'installa à côté d'elle, se déplaçant légèrement pour faire place à son amie. Les bras d'Asari l'ont engloutie, tirant sa silhouette mince dans un câlin serré. Instinctivement, elle s'est penchée dans le toucher affectueux et a trempé le support, ses os devenant un peu plus fermes grâce à elle. Elle écoutait les mots de Voix raisonner avec elle bien qu'elle n'était pas d'accord avec son amie profondément. Voira n'a pas pris de medi-gel des autres, elle était trop fière et généreuse. Parfois, Raa a eu l'impression que son amie croyait fermement qu'elle était invincible et qu'elle avait peur de la Quarienne à l'intérieur. Un de ces temps, Raa craignait que Voira ne finisse morte. Elle ne pouvait pas empêcher ses doigts de se friser dans les poings, creusant dans ses paumes. Raa n'a pas arrêté le sang en train d'être englouti par Voira et s'est concentrée sur ce que l'Asaria avait demandé, son esprit traçant dans son sujet préféré. Alors absorbé dans la conversation, impatient de laisser ses vieilles pensées derrière elle, le Quarien a commencé à ramper rapidement sans se battre. Quand Voira a fini de la nettoyer, Solares s'est levé jusqu'à ses pieds. Il s'arrêta et tendit la main pour qu'elle prenne, offrant de la porter. Raa secoua la tête puis refusa poliment. Non, ça va. Je te promets que je pourrais t'accepter plus tard quand je m'effondrerai complètement. Je n'ai pas d'amplificateurs immunitaires sur moi car ils sont tous de retour dans ma chambre assignée. Donc dans une heure ou deux, je vais devenir plutôt malade parce que je n'ai pas ajusté à l'environnement. Même la surveillance et l'aide de RKS ne peuvent le faire que bien avant que je ne puisse pas bouger.Elle a travaillé gentiment son chemin jusqu'à ses pieds et a trébuché, ses jambes refusant de coopérer avec sa détermination à marcher. Raa est entrée en collision avec Solares qui a réussi à l'empêcher de s'écraser dans le sol. Désolé, elle s'est hâtée quand elle a aperçu les Cabalistes qui s'approchaient d'eux. Raa se penchait un peu sur Solares, pas sûr que ses pieds la tiendraient, car la première était inutilement émoussée. Ses doigts serrés sur son bras d'ami et son visage palpé, sa langue trop épaisse dans sa bouche pour parler. Elle voulait juste que ce soit fini et qu'on rentre... les pensées de Raa's ont été brisées quand la dirigeante turienne a parlé dans une matière beaucoup plus douce. Autant que le Quarien voulait prendre un souffleur, c'était impossible. Les terroristes continueraient à venir et à venir jusqu'à ce qu'ils soient tous morts, son esprit n'en doutait jamais. C'était la seule fin qui était certaine dans son esprit. Avant le départ de Sura, RK s'est cassé une voix tranchante de son omnitool. Les Quarians ont un nom, Turian. C'est Raa, Kina...

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Voira n'a pas pu aider un sourire alors que Raa a commencé à grimper sur, regardant seulement brièvement à Solares pour reconnaître qu'elle l'a entendu. Il aurait pu avoir l'avantage d'avoir un casque aussi couvrir ses paroles, mais elle n'a certainement pas et de souligner Raa plus par l'idée d'aller à l'entraînement des forces spéciales turiennes n'était pas quelque chose qui devait se produire en ce moment. Elle en parlera à Raa plus tard, après qu'ils aient tous survécu et qu'ils aient eu le temps de se recueillir. Ou, dans le cas de Raa, se rétablir après être devenu perturbateur et infirme. Elle soupira alors qu'Avatar s'approchait d'elle et parlait. Elle savait que c'était la vérité, mais Raa avait besoin de temps. Les Asari s'inquiétaient de ce qui se passerait s'ils continuaient à la pousser, surtout maintenant qu'elle était sur une horloge à tic-tac. Mais la seule chose qui empêchait les humains de les abandonner tous sur la station venait de les laisser derrière eux dans un état de choc. Voira n'était pas si naïve de croire que les humains n'abandonneraient pas le reste d'entre eux pour sauver leur propre diplomate. Voira se leva avec la Quarienne, souriant légèrement comme elle devait se pencher sur Solares. Ce sourire s'est rapidement tourné vers un schowl au fur et à mesure que le premier Turian parlait. Elle le regardait, gardant ses pensées pour elle-même. Tu devrais trop tirer. Plus tu parles, plus on se rend compte que tu n'es bon à rien d'autre... alors encore une fois, nous non plus. Elle a donné un sourire un peu reconnaissant au chef du cabaliste. "Easy RK. Elle ne veut pas dire ça comme une insulte. Nous sommes pressés pour le temps." Elle s'est recentrée sur le dernier Turian pour leur parler. "Ne t'inquiète pas. Nous suivrons, et nous ne serons pas en retard." Elle ne pouvait pas s'empêcher d'ajouter un commentaire de plus, une suggestion plus que tout. Dites à votre ami de fermer ses mandibules quand il s'agit de diplomatie, ou tout ce qui ne nécessite pas de tirer, de menacer ou d'insulter. Il est pire que nous. En fait, il a l'air d'être terrible à ça." Voira a regardé Solares. "Voulez-vous faire monter Raa, et nous ferons la fusillade, ou allons-nous faire monter Raa et vous faites la fusillade? Être laissé derrière n'est pas haut sur notre liste de 'choses à faire', juste derrière 'être tiré par les ennemis'."

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Donny bougea vite et tranquillement. Il a repéré quelques soldats, mais il ne les a pas fiancés et a attendu qu'ils passent inaperçus. Il pouvait voir des signes de combat avec des marques de brûlure et du sang éclaboussant les couloirs et le sol. En supposant que lui et son équipage étaient les seuls humains ici (probablement depuis qu'il a remarqué certains humains qu'il n'a pas reconnus dans la vidéo) il a pensé que son équipe avait pris cette direction. Ses pensées s'attardaient sur rien d'autre que d'aller dans son équipe : il ne pouvait pas se permettre de penser ce qui était arrivé à Alexander. Ce qui aurait pu facilement lui arriver. "Peut-être que c'est Dong, fini. Je suis en route pour vos positions. Où? " D'une voix tranquille qui a dit à Donny qu'ils essayaient de se cacher. « Nous avons pris deux chambres, un placard et ce qui semble être une entrée de service. Rendez-vous avec nous pour plus d'info. À vous." Donny hoche la tête bien qu'il soit seul et continue à partir. Il savait qu'il allait dans la bonne direction quand il y avait moins d'éclaboussures et de marques pour guider les ennemis potentiels à leur emplacement. Même si c'était loin des docks, il vaudrait mieux bunker quelque part où ils ne les trouveraient pas plutôt alors approcher trop près de leur objectif et compromettre leur sécurité. Donny tenait toujours son arme prête, au cas où il rencontrerait des ennemis inattendus mais veillait à ne pas tirer accidentellement sur son allié. Bientôt, il trouva l'emplacement de ses alliés et fit connaître sa présence à la radio. Ils avaient fermé les portes, un geste intelligent, espérons qu'aucun des ennemis ne penserait à les fouiller ou à les faire sauter. "Peut-être que c'est Dong, je suis hors de chez toi." La porte s'ouvrit et Donny se déplaça rapidement à l'intérieur. Il y vit Seraph, Yoaso et Eléanore assis près du mur. Et bien qu'elle soit une civvie, Eleanore avait un pistolet dans ses mains. "Quelle est la situation?" Sa tête cousue Seraph a élevé son Omnitool, créant une mise en page 3d des docks. "Il y a une trentaine d'ennemis qui gardent les docks. 10 turians, 10 vorchas, 4 krogans, 6 humains et/ou asari. La plupart des touristes sont postés près des navires et les vorchas patrouillent dans la région. Trois krogans dans la baie, l'un près de l'entrée, l'autre qui conduit les vorchas, l'un qui est avec les turians et l'autre exploitant le terminal pour dépasser les écluses. Le reste patrouille à l'intérieur et à l'extérieur de la baie d'amarrage. Heureusement, notre navire est toujours opérationnel et n'a pas été compromis. Nous avons également remarqué deux vaisseaux de classe Intercepteur, tous deux de marque Alliance. Il y a d'autres navires situés autour des docks aériens qui ne seront pas des obstacles à l'évasion, mais peuvent fournir une couverture pour nous et l'ennemi." Seraph regarda Donny. Il y avait une certaine tristesse dans ses yeux, celle que Donny avait. Ni l'un ni l'autre ne s'attendait ou ne voulait que cela se produise. Respirant profondément, elle lui a dit leur plan. Avant... Avant que Tristan et Henriette ne capturent, ils essayaient de désactiver les écluses menant aux quais. Même si nous arrivons à notre vaisseau, nous ne pouvons pas sortir sans dépasser ces serrures. À l'heure actuelle, ils sont contrôlés par cette console, mais ils savaient aussi que toute invitation de commande pourrait être écrasée par le contrôle maître. On a besoin de quelqu'un pour pirater cette console assez longtemps pour nous sortir de là. Si possible, nous pourrions essayer de trouver quelqu'un capable de piloter ces intercepteurs aussi bien. Sinon, nous devons les désactiver pour nous assurer qu'ils ne sont pas utilisés contre nous. Mais... En s'éloignant les uns des autres, ils savaient quel était le problème. Entre eux tous, ils avaient la puissance de feu de prendre les vingt gardes s'ils luttaient tactiquement et utilisaient l'élément de surprise. Avec le temps, ils pourraient même fortifier les quais et tenir leur position jusqu'à ce qu'ils puissent sortir une sorte de signal de détresse. Et ils en auraient besoin, parce qu'aucun d'entre eux ne savait comment contourner le système les garder coincés là-bas. Aman avait une certaine expertise sur les machines de sabotage et les véhicules, mais cela était surtout utile contre les ennemis synthétiques. Et ils n'étaient pas sûrs de l'utilité de détruire la console. "Je... nous devrions attendre. Voilà... Il y en a d'autres qui peuvent aider. Peut-être. Je vous ai déjà informé des Turiens qui sont venus avec moi. Et celui qui est venu avec toi? Euh... "Ruvea?" "Il a été blessé, mais vivant. Ils se sont fait tirer dans la jambe après avoir pris Steak. Tofu regardait la blessure, s'assurant qu'il est prêt à se battre si le besoin se fait sentir." Le tofu était le nom de code Yoaso, biotique et médical désigné. C'est bon de savoir qu'il est sorti vivant. La tension était élevée, mais c'était la seule option qu'ils avaient. A part l'alliance qui s'envolait pour les sauver, ils ne savaient pas ce qu'ils pouvaient faire d'autre. "Les autres... devraient arriver bientôt. Oh! C'est pas vrai! Nous avons une chance avec nous, il a réussi à fermer les écluses gardant le navire dedans. Il faut qu'on arrive au vaisseau, qu'on s'envole d'ici. Ça rend les choses plus simples pour nous. Je m'occuperai d'eux. Une fois qu'ils sont là, on peut les remplir sur ce qui se passe. Ça a l'air bien?" Seraph hurla la tête et mit Donny en route. C'était un peu drôle maintenant qu'il y a pensé. Seraph n'était guère le membre le plus intimidant de l'équipage, mais en supposant qu'elle ne se fiait tout simplement pas à l'information pour lui, peut-être qu'elle s'est intensifiée pour le rôle de leadership. Elle semblait au moins comme le type qui pouvait penser sur ses pieds mieux que Donny le pouvait. Il est retourné dans la salle, veillant à rester caché, en attendant et en regardant les autres. Honnêtement, il ne s'attendait pas à ce qu'aucun d'entre eux vienne. Il leur donnerait une dizaine de minutes. Si personne ne vient avant dix minutes, il supposera qu'ils ne viendront pas, et dira à tout le monde qu'ils sont morts.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Le groupe n'a pas attendu longtemps après que Donny soit parti pour agir. Une fois qu'ils ont été acceptés, ils se sont dirigés vers les sas le long de la voie indiquée par Avatar. La plupart des portes de sécurité de la zone étant verrouillées, les poursuivants seraient suffisamment ralentis pour les empêcher d'interférer avant d'atteindre les sas. Comme il y avait peu de risques d'être flanqués, les diplomates suivaient leurs gardes par derrière, bien que leur rythme fût quelque peu ralenti. La diplomate Turiane pouvait marcher, mais avec sa blessure à la jambe, seulement avec le soutien, que le diplomate masculin offrait. Elle respirait maintenant, mais elle était tendue. Si elle n'arrivait pas à se rendre dans un établissement médical approprié, sa vie pourrait encore être en danger à cause de ses blessures. Comme Avatar l'avait observé à travers les caméras, il y avait des preuves qu'il y avait eu des combats dans certains des couloirs qu'ils ont traversés, mais actuellement, la seule force ennemie dans cette section de la station était dans les sas. Cependant, ils seraient confrontés à une grande force ennemie de 29 hostiles comprenant à la fois des milices locales, et les soldats d'Asari, d'après les enregistrements de la caméra Avatar était en train de passer en revue au fur et à mesure qu'ils se déplaçaient. Même lorsqu'ils rejoindront les forces humaines, ils seront considérablement plus nombreux. Avatar menait le chemin, car il avait vu l'endroit où les humains se cachaient. Ils avaient fermé la porte à la pièce, afin de ne pas les étonner, Avatar a parlé par la chaîne de radio à laquelle Donny était toujours connecté. Les forces alliées sont à l'extérieur de la porte, alertent les forces humaines à notre présence.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Raa bracée, son corps tendu et les yeux immédiatement fermés. Elle s'attendait à ce qu'il y ait un contrecoup après le commentaire du RK et savait que la cible l'aurait directement. Tant que RK la protégeait, Raa souhaitait parfois que son AI appuie sur le bouton muet, ce qui la sauvait de graves ennuis. Après un moment, elle a entendu Voix gronder l'IA pour son ton snapish que de confirmer qu'ils suivraient. Quand Raa a pensé que ça allait aller, Voira a ensuite ajouté un commentaire inutile sur le Turian précédent. C'était suffisant pour lui faire fouetter la tête sur le point de regarder les Asari en état de choc. Il était clair qu'elle pensait que son amie était prête à essayer de provoquer leurs alliés à faire ce qu'elle ne voulait pas d'eux, et cela les faisait tirer dessus! RK s'est contentée de rouler ses optiques numériques alors qu'elle devenait silencieuse. En tenant toujours sur Solares, elle a entendu Voira lui demander quelque chose. "Voulez-vous garder Raa debout, et nous ferons la fusillade, ou allons-nous garder Raa debout et vous faites la fusillade? Être laissé derrière n'est pas haut sur notre liste de 'choses à faire', juste derrière 'être tiré par les ennemis'." La coloration profonde a croisé ses joues à l'idée de quiconque la portait alors qu'elle s'enfonçait, sa voix agitée comme ses jambes. Je peux suivre, je te le promets. RK s'est dégonflé. Tu peux à peine te tenir debout comme ça, Raa. Comment pouvez-vous envisager de courir aussi? Raa a froncé plus profondément la vérité étant jetée dans son visage et a baissé sa tête, essayant de garder son blush à sa plus basse visibilité. Ça n'avait plus l'air d'avoir de l'importance. La Quarienne soupira quand Solares tira vers le bas, ses bras enroulés autour de son cou, et la hissé dans ses bras. Elle a senti son cœur s'arrêter dans son battement pendant un moment, provoquant RK un peu d'alarme avant que l'IA surprotective se détende, rétractant sa préparation pour avertir immédiatement Voira. Bientôt, ils étaient partis et ont fini par suivre le reste du groupe à l'arrière de la meute avec le reste des civils. Le diplomate Turian blessé a été plongé autour de l'autre Turian, son corps l'aidant parmi malgré sa respiration rasante. Il était clair qu'elle ne durerait pas très longtemps si elle n'était pas bien prise en charge. Une culpabilité s'est effondrée dans le cœur de Raa pour savoir que ses efforts n'étaient pas pleinement utiles bien qu'elle ait réussi à prolonger la vie de la femme, plutôt que de la faire mourir là-bas. Sa tête s'est penchée pendant que son corps rebondissait, écoutant en silence et espérant que son système immunitaire se maintiendrait jusqu'à ce qu'ils descendent de ce vaisseau hostile. Sinon elle n'allait pas pouvoir aider qui que ce soit. D'une voix tranquille, elle chuchota à Solares. Merci de m'avoir portée. J'espère que je ne suis pas trop lourd.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

En donnant à Tacticus un look semi-confusé, Solares a répondu à sa question autant qu'il le pouvait. Donny a perdu sa merde et a eu une rupture mentale après l'exécution. Il s'est ensuite mis à nous expliquer à tous au milieu de la guérison et sauver des vies qu'il allait partir et essayer de trouver le reste de son équipe ou finir par se faire tuer. La jeune et têtue Quarienne qui venait de sortir de son état de choc de bas niveau a tenté de marcher seule sans aucune aide, ce qui n'a duré qu'un instant avant qu'elle n'entre en collision avec Solares et son armure lourde. En donnant à Raa un regard inquiet, il a pris un moment pour expliquer à quel point l'être grave était pour elle et comment se comporter pour le moment afin qu'elle puisse rester calme et aider à réduire les effets secondaires de celui-ci. Je ne vais pas vous permettre de marcher seul, même avec mon aide Raa. Heureusement, vous êtes entré dans un état de choc bas, niveau un sur quatre, et il n'a pas été causé par des blessures qui est également un coup de chance de votre part. Il y a le choc initial, dans lequel nous vous avons trouvé et est de peu d'inquiétude et tend à conduire à la personne qui passe un peu de temps, une sieste subconscient de combat ou de vol induit si vous voulez." "Vous n'avez pas à vous inquiéter de cela parce que vous en sortez, mais vos nerfs sont encore abattus et je ne veux pas que vous tombez sur quelque chose ou quelqu'un. Donc, je vais te prendre doucement et te porter en position de maintien militaire jusqu'à ce qu'on arrive à la navette, et éventuellement après si je vois que tu en as besoin. L'astuce de rester calme après le choc est de se concentrer sur quelque chose d'autre, et de profondes respirations lentes, rien à lui." Le ramassage de Raa a été relativement facile, jusqu'à ce que cette douleur trop familière de l'explosion il y a un peu plus tôt soit revenue, ce qui donne l'impression qu'il avait été touché par un camion. Tout en cachant la douleur qu'il éprouvait, il a répondu à Raa. Vous êtes très bienvenu Raa, j'espère juste que vous commencerez à vous sentir mieux bientôt. » Solares suivit derrière le reste du groupe pendant que Raa se reposait dans ses bras, gardant un œil et une oreille dehors pour tout ce qui sortait de l'ordinaire. Solares a parlé d'une voix douce pour qu'elle l'entende, je pense que je vais inviter tout le monde chez moi sur le monde paradisiaque d'Erathi, juste organiser une fête et s'amuser pour une fois au cours des trois dernières années. Qu'en pensez-vous, une bonne idée?"

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

Voira, donnant un clin d'œil seulement légèrement raide en réponse à Solares simplement portant la Quariane, a tiré son fusil d'assaut et a pris une profonde respiration et immédiatement gagné à l'augmentation de la douleur qu'elle causait. J'ai besoin de réparer ça, dès qu'on sera tous sortis de ce vaisseau. Elle a pensé, aller de l'avant pour qu'elle soit en avance sur les deux. S'il y avait un problème derrière eux, elle serait avertie et en mesure de se retourner en un instant. Surtout avec RK. Les Asari étaient bizarrement tendus, son emprise s'est serrée sur son arme, bien que cela puisse être annulé comme ayant à voir avec leur situation. Ils ont été l'un des derniers membres du groupe à entrer dans un territoire de plus en plus hostile pour monter à bord d'une navette actuellement entre les mains d'un autre groupe qui n'a apparemment pas eu de problèmes à laisser le reste d'entre eux derrière. Quand nous serons enfin sortis de ce vaisseau, Voira a décidé d'ouvrir la bouteille de Ryncol et de la boire dans son intégralité. Elle ne s'attendait pas à ce que les humains aillent très loin s'ils essayaient de partir sans eux. Dépassé et sans aucun contrôle sur leur zone technologique locale (ou donc Voira a supposé d'Avatar ne mentionnant pas que pendant qu'il était dans le système), il faudrait désespoir pour forcer les humains à une tentative dangereuse de saisir la navette. Voira démangeait de regarder en arrière sur Solares et Raa mais continuait à garder un œil en avant d'eux, ignorant la douleur constante que la seule respiration lui causait. Solares serait en mesure de protéger Raa et RK leur donnerait tous un avertissement ample si les ennemis venaient de derrière eux. Voira a griffé les dents à l'idée, secouant la tête. Déesse nous devons tirer quelque chose. La voix de RK sifflait dans l'oreillette de Voira, tranquille et coupée des autres d'entendre la conversation. "Pouvez-vous arrêter d'être si bizarre? Ou pourriez-vous être jaloux parce que Solares porte Raa, et pas vous?" L'IA observait et surveillait les Asari depuis un peu maintenant, en voyant le changement en elle. Sa température corporelle et ses changements hormonaux déclenchent des sonneries d'alarme dans le cerveau virtuel de RK alors qu'elle se souvient des signes de jalousie. Il s'est rarement terminé bien surtout dans un environnement de stress élevé et la dernière chose qu'elle voulait c'était que Voira perde la tête puis l'emporte sur le groupe. Raa, dans l'esprit de RK, suivrait les Asari malgré ses protestations qui ont ennuyé l'IA. Voira n'a pas sauté alors que l'IA parlait dans son oreillette, mais elle s'est cognée alors que la salope décidait de critiquer son langage corporel. Sa propre réponse était tout aussi calme, si irritée. Nous sommes désolés d'être dans un environnement contrôlé hostile, ralenti, et d'essayer de rattraper un groupe d'humains qui pourraient facilement nous laisser derrière si on leur donnait la moindre chance. Nous allons essayer de nous détendre et faire semblant d'être sur Ilium de quelque chose, ça vous ferait vous sentir mieux? Attendez! Nous ne pouvons pas nous détendre étant donné que nous pourrions être attaqués à tout moment par un autre groupe plus grand que nous. Nous arrêterons d'être fous quand nous serons hors de ce vaisseau ou vous cesserez d'être garce. "Nervous, mon cul numérique," RK s'est cassé, son ton clair, elle n'a pas cru les excuses d'Asari, "Je sais et j'ai votre nervosité sur log, Voira. Bien essayé de mentir. Si j'avais été un bio, ou n'importe qui d'autre, que j'aurais pu tomber pour ça. Il suffit de garder votre esprit sur le regard dehors autre que je dirai Raa, et actuellement dans cette position, je ne peux pas être arrêté. Voira aurait su que l'IA n'était pas bluffant parce que la performance d'Asari a affecté la survie de Raa, et si elle devait souffler Voiras plus grand secret qu'elle ne le ferait. Même au prix des Asari pour toujours la haïssant plus qu'elle ne l'a fait maintenant. Ça valait le prix. Alors, allez-vous maintenant, à l'aide d'une phrase humaine, remettre votre monstre vert dans sa boîte! Avant que je te fasse! La mâchoire d'Asari, sur le point de casser une réplique à l'IA, s'est fermée pendant que RK a livré sa menace. Ses muscles se sont tendus de terreur, et elle a à peine évité de regarder avec crainte sur son épaule à Raa et Solares. Elle était certaine que tous les deux avaient entendu l'IA. Cependant, comme aucune accusation ni question étourdie n'est venue, Voira miniscully détendue, peu à peu. Nous ne laisserons jamais notre nervosité faire du mal à Raa. C'est avec un soulagement pathétique qu'elle a vu Avatar s'adresser aux humains. Enfin. Quelque chose à tirer. Violentement.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Peu de temps après que Donny soit sorti pour surveiller les autres, le geth a parlé à travers ses communications. "Roger. Avec vous, notre groupe va être trop grand pour se cacher dans les chambres, donc je vais synchroniser nos communications ensemble. Les plumes vous renseigneront sur les détails." Donny est passé aux communications de son équipe et leur a parlé du Geth et des autres. Seraph lui a donné la confirmation de partager leur signal, et une fois qu'ils semblaient correctement branchés, elle les a informés de leur objectif. « Voici le caporal Seraph Angelica, indicatif d'appel Feathers. Je ne doute pas qu'il y ait parmi vous des personnes qui me surpassent dans l'expérience et l'autorité, mais je dois demander votre coopération afin de réussir à atteindre notre objectif. Nous sommes actuellement à 9 combattants ainsi qu'un VIP civil. Je comprends que vous protégez également quelques-uns d'entre vous. Nos principaux objectifs seront de les escorter à notre navette. Il y a exactement 29 ennemis dans la zone d'accostage, répartis autour et près de la couverture ainsi que des patrouilles dans et hors de la zone d'accostage. Nous devons faire tout ce qui est en notre pouvoir pour minimiser les dommages à la navette ou nous serons obligés de commander une autre navette, et la nôtre est la seule qui pourrait accueillir jusqu'à 30 passagers à la fois. En outre, il y a deux navires spatiaux de classe intercepteur près de la navette. Nous devons soit les commander, soit les détruire; ils seront utiles pour protéger la navette contre les poursuivants, mais si nous ne pouvons épargner personne pour les piloter, nous devons les détruire afin qu'ils ne soient pas utilisés contre nous. Enfin, bien que les écluses des quais aient été levées temporairement, nous avons encore besoin de quelqu'un pour les ouvrir une fois dans la navette. Sinon, nous serons des canards assis, et une fois à l'intérieur, on ne sait pas combien de temps il faudra avant que les ennemis nous enferment et nous entourent." Ce message a été diffusé à tous les membres de l'équipe humaine ainsi qu'au Cabalist, Voria, Solares, Raa et Avatar. Seraph a également envoyé à tout le monde une carte 3D de la navette, ainsi que l'emplacement approximatif de l'ennemi et d'autres choses à noter, comme les terminaux de commandement et les matériaux volatils. En donnant à tout le monde un moment pour laisser les paroles de Seraph s'enfoncer, elle a reparlé. « Mon groupe assurera la couverture des incendies et des barrières au besoin. Nous devons dégager un chemin sûr vers la navette et éliminer toute menace près d'elle. Tuer les ennemis dans les zones n'est pas notre objectif : faire ce que nous devons, mais nous ne sommes pas là pour sauver la station. Si l'un d'entre vous est blessé, venez voir notre médecin immédiatement. Nous avons beaucoup de Medigel et d'autres fournitures pour vous assurer que vous sortez d'ici en vie. » En regardant la carte, Seraph leur a donné qu'il pouvait déjà tracer un chemin de destruction. Ses barrières personnelles devraient pouvoir le protéger du pire, et maintenant qu'il était avec son équipe, il savait qu'il aurait de l'aide. Bien qu'il se souvienne que sans Alexandre, il était le seul Vandguard dans sa tenue. Il serait seul dans la bataille. Mais c'est ce qu'il devrait faire une fois que l'attaque aura lieu. Il a saisi son couteau et l'a tiré de sa gaine. La lame obscurcie était difficile à voir dans l'ombre, mais il pouvait sentir que c'est du poids, c'est de la netteté, et c'est l'histoire dans ses mains. C'est le couteau qui s'est battu contre Reapers. Le terrorisme n'était rien. "S'il y a quelqu'un avec des capacités furtives, nous aimerions vous faire entrer et vous mettre en position d'attaquer l'ennemi par derrière. De préférence tous ceux qui sont près de la navette. Ceux qui ont des capacités défensives, je vous suggère de rester avec les VIP pour assurer leur protection. Tout le monde doit arrêter l'ennemi et l'empêcher de détruire la navette. Je me fiche de comment tu fais. Des questions?"

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Alors qu'ils se déplaçaient dans les couloirs de la station, c'était étrangement tout à fait. Tout le temps, Cactus sentait que quelque chose sauterait d'un coin invisible et les attraperait tous par surprise. C'était toujours une possibilité quand tu bougeais vite. Quelqu'un n'éclaircit pas correctement un secteur et tout le monde finit mort à cause de ça. Heureusement, Avatar avait coupé la plupart de ceux qui ont croisé leur chemin. Cela n'a cependant pas aidé sa nervosité et il était toujours prêt à aller à un moment donné. Le trek plutôt inégalé est devenu plus intéressant cependant quand ils ont commencé à pousser à travers une zone où les combats avaient eu lieu récemment Cactus a commencé à serrer sa mâchoire en prévision d'être tiré sur. Quand Avatar a arrêté le cœur de Tacticus a sauté un battement et il pensait qu'ils étaient sur le point d'être attaqués. Quand il a simplement demandé à Donny d'informer les humains, ils étaient là la vague de soulagement était incroyable. Quand Ruvea est venue en train de se mettre à l'abri de la pièce, les humains étaient à Sura immédiatement largué son arme et l'ont pris dans ses bras. Espèce d'enfoiré! Pourquoi n'avez-vous pas répondu? Quand nous reviendrons, tu seras en PT pour l'année prochaine." Sura a dit de reprendre rapidement son arme et de reprendre son comportement de commandement. "Oh, tu sais que je viens de me faire tirer dessus quelques fois. La pièce de Comm a été enlevée quand une balle m'a malheureusement piqué l'oreille" Ruvea a pointé une petite mais longue marque de pâturage le long de son visage. "Tu es vivant et c'est ce qui compte. Tout le monde peut t'en vouloir une fois qu'on est sortis d'ici. Revenez avec les diplomates que vous êtes les barrières sont plus utiles là de toute façon. " Sura a dit qu'elle s'était déplacée vers la porte maintenant ouverte. Juste à ce moment-là, les comms arrivèrent à la vie avec une voix de femmes humaines. Après avoir expliqué quelle était la situation et son plan était Cactus a dû régler rapidement sa colère au sujet du fait qu'ils les avaient laissés en premier lieu. Ce n'est pas le moment où il pensait à lui-même. Une fois que l'Homme a fini sa prise sur la situation Sura immédiatement répondu sur les communications. "Ne vous vexez pas, mais vous et votre équipage nous avez sauvés tout à l'heure en essayant de sauver votre peau. Dis à ton peuple de sortir avec ton diplomate et de rejoindre le reste du groupe. Nous sommes une cabale avec l'armée turienne et, selon les traités signés par nos deux gouvernements, je vous surpasse. Le plan est solide, mais moi et mon équipe nous formons pour ces types de scénarios de rupture. Donnez-moi Donny et on vous laissera tous un chemin. Si vous tentez de partir sans nous à nouveau, vous serez considérés comme ennemis de l'Etat Turien et de ses clients. Si nous avons une compréhension, allons-y." Cactus a été à une perte pour les mots pendant un moment puisque Sura vient de prendre en charge la situation comme cela. Elle pouvait botter tout le monde dans le cul de l'équipe, mais c'était différent. Elle semblait ennuyée par les humains en l'espèce. Cactus regarda Numso depuis qu'il était dans la tête de lance du groupe avec lui avec un grand étonnement oculaire. Il a dit "Je sais". à Cactus avant de remettre sa tête dans la situation. Sura s'est mise sur son talon hors de la pièce et a regardé le groupe de cabalistes. "Nous faisons une salle standard claire ici. Numso et Cactus, laissez tomber n'importe qui avec des armes variées d'abord. Tout le monde, apportez du soutien et restez groupés et utilisez votre biotique pour atteindre et toucher les bâtards avec la colère de l'esprit. Les diplomates et Raa restent derrière la lance et vous vous en sortirez. Si vous paniquez et fuyez, je ne peux pas garantir votre sécurité. Est-ce que c'est clair?" Toute la Cabale a donné un "ouisir" combiné. Avant de se former sur elle et de préparer leurs armes alors que les diplomates couraient nerveusement derrière eux.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Avatar avait effectué des simulations sur différentes approches de la situation, bien qu'il n'ait pu exécuter que 468 298 cas de la prochaine fusillade depuis qu'il a appris la blessure de Ruvea. Dans l'ensemble, il n'a pas pu déterminer, dans une marge d'erreur acceptable, quelle approche serait la plus susceptible de réussir, mais les intentions de Sura d'effectuer simplement une opération de compensation standard étaient loin d'être optimales. "Alerte: une attaque standard n'est pas conseillée. La probabilité que les forces ennemies créent une embuscade est d'environ 96%. Les pilotes humains de la navette sont toujours en vie, et la navette n'a pas été violée, mais les forces ennemies sont probablement capables de le faire à tout moment, soit avec un contrôle de sécurité, ou des explosifs. Comme ils ne l'ont pas fait, il est probable qu'ils ont eu l'intention d'utiliser la navette pour attirer ceux qui ont survécu à l'embuscade initiale. Par conséquent, ils s'attendent à ce que nous tentions de revenir à elle. Je recommande d'exécuter un plan d'attaque non standard pour confondre les défenseurs." Avatar m'a expliqué. En activant son omni-outil, Avatar a projeté plusieurs enregistrements photographiques de la pièce, ainsi qu'un modèle 3D simulé qu'il avait créé à partir d'eux, qui comprenait les positions de couverture que les forces ennemies avaient déployées et leur distribution moyenne basée sur les itinéraires de patrouille observés. "La station VI a effacé la plupart du virus que j'ai téléchargé dans les systèmes de la station, mais il reste un fichier de conséquence que j'ai caché dans les systèmes. Une fois activé, il détournera toute puissance dans les sas vers l'éclairage de secours, qui désactivera les feux primaires, et surchargera les feux de secours. Est-ce qu'un membre du personnel de combat est incapable d'avoir une vision basse lumière? » C'est ce qu'il m'a demandé.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Raa a écouté Solares. Elle était encore en train de jouer avec le casque qu'il l'avait passé plus tôt alors qu'elle déchirait l'oreillette, puis l'insérait dans son oreille interne. Cela lui a permis d'entendre encore les autres sans exiger le maintenant inutile et suffocant vrac, le masque d'air peu réparable. Ses yeux se sont serrés dans son étude de sa visière, son esprit essayant de déterminer si son intestin criait menteur. Malheureusement, elle a échoué, sa vision incapable de regarder au-delà de la pièce de visage obscurcie et de voir son expression avec précision. Son langage corporel était également caché puisqu'elle était actuellement portée dans ses bras. Son rythme était lent et occasionnel, gardant au sein du groupe civil auquel ils ont été affectés, tout en traquant toujours les cabalistes turiens en avant. Son rythme semblait décalé dans l'esprit de Raa, mais cela aurait pu être son stress à cause des événements récents. Après tout, selon Solares, elle était au bord de la période d'épuisement temporaire et cela affecterait probablement son esprit aussi bien. A propos d'une fête, Raa sourit, un début de rire. Tu dois demander à ta femme, Aviza, avant d'aller faire la fête toute la nuit. Sinon elle vous montrera le sens de la douleur si je me souviens de la dernière fois que vous avez eu une fête sauvage sans l'informer. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Raa a rappelé la dernière réaction d'Aviza à la fois Voira et Solares, la seule dont elle n'était pas en colère était la jeune Quarienne. En pensant à Voira, les yeux de Raa's se sont décalés pour voir les Asari's en arrière. Naturellement, Voix avait tiré son fusil d'assaut et tiré vers le groupe vers l'arrière pour conduire les diplomates et les civils. Ses yeux s'éparpillaient de la fin du chemin à l'autre, cherchant des menaces potentielles, tout en gardant un rythme constant entre eux. Quelque chose semblait l'avoir bouleversée, mais Raa n'a rien dit. Elle ne voulait pas risquer de faire empirer l'humeur des Asari, malgré le fait qu'elle voulait se calmer par rapport aux sentiments douloureux. Bien sûr, Raa n'avait pas entendu la conversation que RK et Voira avaient alors qu'elle regardait avec interrogation la posture relaxante d'Asari. Ils continuèrent à descendre le long couloir, se rapprochant de leur destination : la baie du navire. Un Turian, officier sous le commandement de Sura, avait quitté sa cachette et a immédiatement été embrassé par son commandant. Elle l'a naturellement grondé d'une manière que Raa savait que Voira l'avait grondée quand elle a fait quelque chose de stupide. C'est tendre et ferme. Alors que les deux ont échangé des informations, Raa s'est penchée dans l'épaule de Solares pour laisser ses propres émotions s'installer sachant qu'ils étaient susceptibles d'être hors de ce cauchemar bientôt. Sura venait de se déplacer vers la porte ouverte, quand une voix humaine surgit quand Raa écoutait la réponse de Solares. La Qaurienne clignote dans la confusion, jusqu'à ce qu'elle réalise la source et qui elle pourrait être. Doucement, elle poussa son oreillette et écouta l'information. Elle a été soulagée que quelqu'un d'autre était vivant, son esprit a encore rattrapé de l'exécution des otages bien qu'elle n'en ait jamais vu ou entendu, pendant qu'elle l'absorbait. « Mon groupe assurera la couverture des incendies et des barrières au besoin. Nous devons dégager un chemin sûr vers la navette et éliminer toute menace près d'elle. Tuer les ennemis dans les zones n'est pas notre objectif : faire ce que nous devons, mais nous ne sommes pas là pour sauver la station. Si l'un d'entre vous est blessé, venez voir notre médecin immédiatement. Nous avons beaucoup de Medigel et d'autres fournitures pour vous assurer que vous sortez d'ici en vie. » Quand la voix s'est arrêtée, une carte 3D est apparue sur son Omnitool. Raa a regardé l'émerveillement sur le modèle, le sachant assez bien, car elle ne pouvait pas aider mais sentir une étincelle d'excitation. Bien qu'elle ait su qu'elle ne devrait pas à cause du danger et de la menace hostile qui empêchent le groupe plus petit. A tout moment, ils pourraient mourir et Raa était toujours excitée par un vaisseau. Si elle n'était pas distrait, alors Quarian aurait pu envisager de se gifler pour la folie. Son esprit est revenu à la mention de fournitures médicales et elle ne pouvait pas se demander hors de portée. Je me demande s'ils ont des immunoboosters que je pourrais utiliser pour garder ma maladie à portée de main un peu plus longtemps. Cela pourrait m'aider plus tard et prolonger mon effondrement. La voix a continué. "S'il y a quelqu'un avec des capacités furtives, nous aimerions vous faire entrer et vous mettre en position d'attaquer l'ennemi par derrière. De préférence tous ceux qui sont près de la navette. Ceux qui ont des capacités défensives, je vous suggère de rester avec les VIP pour assurer leur protection. Tout le monde doit arrêter l'ennemi et l'empêcher de détruire la navette. Je me fiche de comment tu fais. Des questions?" Raa regarda Solares, et sourit de moutons.Elle avait coupé son oreillette puis ajouta ce qu'elle savait. "Voira m'a fait télécharger un manteau tactique à cacher. Je peux essayer d'entrer dans le... Tout le reste a été perdu quand la réponse de Sura a attiré l'attention de Raa. "Ne vous vexez pas, mais vous et votre équipage nous avez sauvés tout à l'heure en essayant de sauver votre peau. Dis à ton peuple de sortir avec ton diplomate et de rejoindre le reste du groupe. Nous sommes une cabale avec l'armée turienne et conformément au traité que nos deux gouvernements ont signé après la guerre des moissonneurs, je vous surpasse. Le plan est solide, mais moi et mon équipe nous formons pour ces types de scénarios de rupture. Donnez-moi Donny et on vous laissera tous un chemin. Si vous tentez de partir sans nous à nouveau, vous serez considérés comme ennemis de l'Etat Turien et de ses clients. Si nous avons une compréhension, allons-y." Sura a répondu au plan offert, laissant la Quarienne désemparée à la tonalité et la tension s'épaississant parmi le groupe. Même son équipe semblait un peu choquée qu'elle avait clairement menacé les humains et exigeant l'aide de Donny. Elle savait que le conflit et le stress n'allaient pas aider qui que ce soit. Celui de Turian qui avait presque fait tirer Raa a donné un regard à un de ses compagnons et a reçu une phrase buccale en échange, montrant à Raa combien cela n'était pas caractéristique de leur chef. Apparemment pas à travers, Sura a tourné sur son talon puis aboyé d'autres ordres. "Nous faisons une salle standard claire ici. Numso et Cactus, laissez tomber n'importe qui avec des armes variées d'abord. Tout le monde, apportez du soutien et restez groupés et utilisez votre biotique pour atteindre et toucher les bâtards avec la colère de l'esprit. Les diplomates et Raa restent derrière la lance et vous vous en sortirez. Si vous paniquez et fuyez, je ne peux pas garantir votre sécurité. Est-ce que c'est clair?" Les autres Turiens brandirent un "Ouisir" alors qu'ils brouillaient pour obéir. Raa a hurlé, même si elle n'était pas sûre de ce qu'elle ferait. Les coups de feu étaient une chose, mais regarder des gens mourir en était une autre. Elle se tourna vers Solares et sourit, ajoutant sa confiance dans ses mots suivants. Je crois que je peux marcher maintenant. Le diplomate turoien aura besoin d'aide pour courir et elle tombe derrière, elle traînera les autres avec elle. Les plans semblaient changer quand Avatar parlait. "Alerte: une attaque standard n'est pas conseillée. La probabilité que les forces ennemies créent une embuscade est d'environ 96%. Les pilotes humains de la navette sont toujours en vie, et la navette n'a pas été violée, mais les forces ennemies sont probablement capables de le faire à tout moment, soit avec un contrôle de sécurité, ou des explosifs. Comme ils ne l'ont pas fait, il est probable qu'ils ont eu l'intention d'utiliser la navette pour attirer ceux qui ont survécu à l'embuscade initiale. Par conséquent, ils s'attendent à ce que nous tentions de revenir à elle. Je recommande d'exécuter un plan d'attaque non standard pour confondre les défenseurs." Toujours insistant sur son plan, il a dressé une carte de la salle basée sur des enregistrements de caméra, pour montrer sa suggestion d'une manière visuelle. Les yeux de Raa ont été fixés sur l'image bien qu'elle savait qu'elle ne serait pas nécessaire. "La station VI a effacé la plupart du virus que j'ai téléchargé dans les systèmes de la station, mais il reste un fichier de conséquence que j'ai caché dans les systèmes. Une fois activé, il détournera toute puissance dans les sas vers l'éclairage de secours, qui désactivera les feux primaires, et surchargera les feux de secours. Est-ce qu'un membre du personnel de combat est incapable d'avoir une vision basse lumière? » Je pense que Solares a une vision basse de la lumière.Raa a parlé à haute voix, rappelant certains des problèmes dans lesquels ils étaient et ses yeux vifs.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

J'ai appris ma leçon ce jour-là Raa, je dois toujours informer ma femme si je vais avoir une fête dans n'importe laquelle de nos maisons, peu importe ce que nous célébrons ou raison. Aviza m'a dit cela après que j'ai été poussé vers le bas une très grande cage d'escalier.. Solares a ri pendant un moment à ces souvenirs, pas sûr s'ils étaient bons souvenirs ou mauvais souvenirs. Une partie de la faute sur ce qui s'est passé tombe aussi sur Voira, je savais qu'elle pouvait faire la fête dur, mais je ne m'attendais pas à ce dur, impressionnant et inquiétant en même temps. Ne vous inquiétez pas Raa, je vais en fait l'informer et nous aurons tous un bon moment. » Après avoir donné à Raa un clin d'œil rassurant de sa tête, Solares a continué à suivre silencieusement derrière le groupe, en vérifiant Raa de temps en temps pour voir comment elle allait. Plus loin dans la ligne après avoir marché silencieusement le long des couloirs métalliques du navire un certain temps, Solares com s'est rapidement mis à révéler la voix d'une femme humaine qui a commencé à leur donner des ordres. Cela a à voir avec Donny, honnêtement surpris qu'ils n'aient pas encore quitté, chose typique pour un humain à faire est de se retirer avec leur propre espèce tandis que les autres sont laissés derrière. Laisser la femme parler de précautions, d'avertissements, d'ordres et de la façon dont tout allait se passer, c'était lui faire mal à la tête avec son intérieur qui lui faisait déjà un peu mal. Sur son Omni-Tool, une image 3D de la navette est apparue avec une carte et l'emplacement approximatif de l'ennemi avec d'autres informations importantes, y compris des terminaux de commandement et des matériaux volatils. Elle aime le son de sa propre voix, n'est-ce pas Raa? Le reste était le bon sens pour pénétrer et pénétrer dans la zone bien que le plan d'attaque que la femme humaine avait mis en place causait Solares un certain malaise mental le long de la ligne de "Qu'est-ce que le vrai f**k pensez-vous? Il n'a pas dit cela bien sûr, mais il l'a pensé. Heureusement, Avatar a exprimé sa préoccupation et a recommandé une autre ligne de conduite, qui semblait être une meilleure option. Quand Raa regarda sur Solares et lui sourit de façon obscène sur le commentaire de quelqu'un qui avait besoin de cabines furtives, Solares secoua la tête et se mit à lui faire signe de non. Pour mettre encore plus l'accent sur le mouvement du non, il a dit qu'il n'y a aucun moyen en enfer je vais vous laisser faire que Raa, vous n'êtes pas en état de faire une telle chose. Quelqu'un d'autre peut, nous avons besoin de vous ici en sécurité en couverture et hors du chemin. Je sais que tu veux aider Raa mais marcher et encore plus courir n'est pas conseillé. Si tu tombais ou si quelque chose arrivait en aidant le diplomate turois, nous perdrions non seulement mais elle aussi toi et moi ferons tout ce qui est en mon pouvoir pour que cela ne se produise pas. N'aimez-vous pas être chauffé par votre propre garde du corps préféré des Forces Spéciales?. Solares sourit à elle de sous son casque, la visière maintenant claire pour que tout le monde puisse voir son visage. Avatar a demandé si quelqu'un était incapable de voir quoi que ce soit dans la lumière basse, Raa doit mal entendu cela car elle a dit « Je pense que Solares a une vision basse lumière. » Solares a rapidement répondu, « Elle a pris la question et a pensé que vous avez demandé si quelqu'un avait des capacités de vision basse lumière. S'il vous plaît demandez s'ils ont des Immunoboosters Voira, ils sont pour Raa bien sûr.

Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.

En dehors des communications, tous les humains ont signé audiblement. Il était assez évident que les Turiens étaient en colère contre eux, mais de menacer de faire d'eux des ennemis pour "Bailing"? La dernière fois qu'ils ont vérifié, ils n'étaient pas chargés de protéger tout le monde sur la station. Quelques-uns étaient plutôt énervés que Sura ait eu la fille pour dire ce qu'elle a fait et les irrespectueux d'une telle manière. D'autres s'interrogeaient sur l'autorité de qui doit-elle réellement les qualifier de traîtres pour avoir essayé de sortir Eleanore d'ici. Ou étaient-ils juste en colère qu'ils n'étaient pas aussi grands de héros qu'ils l'étaient? "Des turians en rogne. D'abord ils ne veulent pas de nous ici et maintenant ils pensent que nous sommes une putain de responsabilité." Rosemary a téléphoné à la chaîne privée. Eleanore a parlé. "Focus sur la tâche à accomplir. En ce moment, ils sont tous bluster, et rien de ce qu'ils disent n'a d'importance si on est tous morts d'ici la fin de la journée. Donny prend des provisions de Yaoso et va avec le cabaliste. Tout le monde vérifie votre équipement. Laissez la lance Cabalist diriger l'attaque et préparez-vous à amener tout le monde au point d'évacuation." Tout le monde a fait un rapide sur son équipement, y compris s'assurer que tout le monde était capable d'une sorte de faible vision de la lumière. L'armure de Donny avait une vision de nuit construite pour lui, mais c'était grâce à son père qui lui a donné le meilleur qu'il pouvait trouver. Il n'était pas sûr si tout le monde avait quelque chose comme ça, mais si donc ils n'ont pas parlé. Donny ne savait pas quoi penser. Franchement, il a merdé à de nombreux endroits. Peut-être que sa première erreur a été de s'arrêter pour rencontrer les Turians en premier lieu. Ils avaient l'air d'avoir l'intention d'utiliser les humains et de les jeter dès qu'ils étaient désagréments. Et s'ils avaient raison? Avant qu'ils n'aient quelques chiffres; Donny était presque certain qu'avec Alexandre, Rosemary, et Aman, ils auraient pu essayer de sauver quelques autres. Est-ce qu'ils essayaient de faire leur travail pour protéger Eleanore, ou étaient-ils des lâches? Donny a le sentiment que tout le monde pense à ce dernier. Ça l'a énervé, si ce n'est parce qu'il a l'impression qu'il n'en a pas assez fait. C'est maintenant qu'il doit se prouver, parce que la seule chose que ces gens accepteraient est apparemment le sacrifice. Donny s'est dirigé vers Yoaso, prenant quelques photos de medigel et d'autres fournitures. Il a été en fait surpris de voir toutes ces choses: Immunoboosters, Burn Ointment, même sac de sang. "D'où vient ce truc?" Yaoso a dit à Donny qu'ils étaient tous principalement d'Eleanore. En regardant l'autre pièce, il s'est souvenu qu'elle avait avalé ce petit cabinet de médecine. D'une manière ou d'une autre, c'était inquiétant qu'elle ait tout ça. Qu'est-ce qu'elle a besoin de ça? Peu importe ce qu'il a dû faire maintenant. Avant qu'il ne quitte Rosemary l'arrête, mettant son poing sur sa poitrine. "Ne meurs pas là-bas Donny. Nous ne voulons pas perdre plus de gens. J'en ai rien à foutre de ce qu'ils pensent. Une fois la côte dégagée, sortez de là. Ne soyez pas un martyr." Donny a hurlé et hoche la tête. Il a continué jusqu'à ce qu'Aman l'arrête, lui donnant quelque chose. "C'était Alexanders... Il nous a donné la plupart de son matériel avant de rester derrière. La plupart du temps, nous sommes tombés en panne dans Omnigel, mais je pense que vous auriez besoin de cela plus que nous." C'était une mise à niveau de bouclier. Il pensait que s'il allait se charger de melee avec les autres, des boucliers supplémentaires seraient gentils. Il s'agit certainement d'une amélioration par rapport à ce qu'il possédait actuellement. "Merci. Ça devrait me garder en vie. Prenez soin de vous aussi. Personne... personne ne mourra sous ma surveillance." Une déclaration idéaliste, mais c'était la seule chose qui le gardait sain d'esprit. Rentrer chez lui était la seule raison pour laquelle il n'a pas déserté. En sortant des chambres, Donny avait les provisions en main, et ses barrières rehaussaient avec Juggernaut Shields. Il est sorti de l'entrée et a vu le cabaliste et les autres. D'une certaine façon, il avait l'impression d'être en territoire hostile. Comme à n'importe quel moment, ces gars allaient le tuer. Donny avait peur. Mais il a néanmoins avancé. "J'ai des provisions. Medigel, Immunoboosters, pommade... et paquets de sang..." Maintenant qu'il y a pensé, les paquets de sang étaient peut-être inutiles. Il doute que quelqu'un ici puisse prendre du sang humain. En regardant les civvies, il a posé les yeux sur une personne. Le turian qu'il avait enlevé. Sans trop penser que Donny est allée vers elle. Il a essayé de parler doucement, et serait compréhensif si elle flippait de le voir. "Hé... Je suis désolé, je ne voulais pas te faire autant de mal. J'étais... effrayée. On est presque sortis d'ici. Est-ce que ça va?" Puis il a remarqué Raa, et même s'il ne pouvait pas dire avec certitude que c'était la première fois qu'il avait vu un quarian, elle avait l'air malade. C'était peut-être comme ça que les quarians regardaient sous leur casque, mais juste pour être en sécurité, il a sorti un immunobooster et un peu de medigel. "Raa, ça va? Tu n'as pas l'air si sexy."

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Dès qu'Avatar a entendu la confrontation entre les forces humaines et turiennes, il a commencé à modifier et à exécuter de nouvelles simulations sur leur évasion. Avec la tension entre les deux groupes, la cohésion de l'unité était susceptible de souffrir et diminuerait la probabilité de succès. Avec l'animosité entre les forces alliées, il y avait une chance que certains individus ne se comportent pas comme prévu pour les soldats, ce qui rendait difficile de faire des prédictions précises sur l'issue de la fusillade. Cependant, les options qu'il a simulées avec les meilleurs résultats ont eu tendance à exiger qu'ils passent rapidement leur attention à l'évasion pour éviter d'autres arguments. Simulant les milliers de simulations récentes, Avatar s'est fixé le plan d'action avec la plus forte probabilité de succès, environ 40%. Les critères de succès dans ce cas étaient l'évacuation des civils présents dans le groupe sans qu'il y ait d'autres dommages graves. La probabilité de blessures graves ou de décès pour le personnel de combat était significativement plus élevée. "Je recommande d'assurer l'extraction civile par une distraction. Les forces ennemies sont prêtes à se défendre contre une force attaquante depuis n'importe quelle entrée de la pièce, les sas eux-mêmes exceptés. Leur ligne défensive est concentrée au centre de la pièce, ce qui fournit une faiblesse. Les biotiques ont la capacité de charger immédiatement au centre de la force ennemie, et ceux qui ont un manteau tactique, en bas niveau de lumière, pourraient se déplacer au centre de la pièce aussi rapidement. À partir de cette position, les forces ennemies seraient incapables de tirer librement sans une forte probabilité de frapper leurs alliés de quelque côté que ce soit de nous. Par conséquent, les forces alliées dans cette position pourraient s'attendre à moins de tirs ennemis entrants. Les armes et les techniques de combat à portée rapprochée constitueraient le plus grand danger. L'attaque de cette manière serait une distraction pour les civils alliés, escortés par le reste du personnel de combat, pour sprinter vers la navette. Avec l'alimentation dans la pièce désactivée, la commande manuelle du sas pourrait être utilisée pour accéder à la navette. Les survivants de l'attaque initiale pourraient alors tenter d'atteindre la navette. De plus, j'ai besoin d'une copie numérique de vos justificatifs de sécurité de l'Alliance, le Caporal Saraph Angelica, afin d'activer et de télécharger l'appareil d'interception aussi amarré dans les sas."

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Toute la Cabale a commencé à vérifier leurs armes en s'assurant que les vues étaient alignées et complètement refroidies avant qu'ils ne soient prêts à entrer dans une attaque qui allait presque certainement tuer la plupart d'entre eux. Comme Avatar a donné des chances statistiques sur leur survie, il a seulement aidé à solidifier la finalité possible de cette situation. Sura avait fait son chemin vers le Geth avec la carte sur son Omni-tool. Elle avait maintenant un air froid de commandement autour d'elle maintenant que les humains s'étaient regroupés avec eux. Elle se souciait très peu de leur survie à ce stade, mais elle avait l'intention de les utiliser comme outils pour le plus grand effet à ce stade. Elle savait que le plan qu'Avatar leur avait donné aboutirait à la plupart de ce qu'elle pensait comme ses enfants adoptifs, nous allons mourir. Elle savait que c'était aussi probable qu'elle mourrait elle-même. Elle a rapidement composé un message sur son omni-outil à la Hiérarchie sur ce qui s'est passé à la station et un à son mari... juste au cas où. Elle crypte les messages et les distribue à tous les outils Cabals. Même si elle ne pouvait pas transmettre l'information, peut-être que l'un d'eux le pourrait. Passant à Avatar, elle a finalement pris sa décision. "Le plan que vous nous donnez signifie que la plupart de mes hommes mourront ici. Il y a des chances qu'on soit morts de toute façon si tu n'avais pas réagi aussi vite que tu l'avais fait. Je ne peux pas penser à une option qui donne aux diplomates une plus grande chance de survivre. Nous sommes tous capables de vision basse et donc ceux d'entre nous qui pourront se joindre à votre diversion, mes deux soldats blessés... escorteront les diplomates avec des barrières et, espérons-le, sécuriseront le transport si les humains nous tournent à nouveau. » Sura s'est tourné vers Cactus qui a rapidement levé les yeux de son fusil. "Cactus tu seras avec nous sur la diversion. Mais gardez un peu de jus dans la réserve pour que vous puissiez aider avec la navette. Nous devons évacuer les diplomates à tout prix." Tacticus savait ce que cela signifiait. "Monsieur, il doit y avoir un meilleur moyen. Quelque chose que nous pourrions faire différemment... » Sura venait de l'autoriser à soumettre le pilote humain s'il tentait de partir avec les diplomates. Il ne pouvait pas imaginer les humains profiter de cette situation, mais il savait que les diplomates étaient la priorité. Il espérait vraiment la version la plus extrême de ce scénario, mais... Tacticus était prêt pour ça. Après tout, les Humans avaient une terrible expérience de coopération. Sura sourit brièvement à la réponse de Tacticus. "Si vous le trouvez, n'hésitez pas à dire quelque chose. Mais je ne vois pas d'autre moyen en ce moment." Sura toujours avoir la carte vers le haut et regarder il est passé à Donny qui a déposé des immunoboosters à la Quarian. "Si vous avez encore des mines de caïne, je vais devoir vous les demander. Je vais dégager un chemin pour les diplomates avec eux." Les mains de Tacticus ont commencé à trembler pendant un moment alors qu'il soulevait la carte et courait dans sa tête la façon dont il pensait que cela pouvait aller. Tous ont fini avec la plupart de ses frères et sœurs qui mouraient alors qu'il partait avec les objectifs. Ses mains tremblant encore, il a désactivé la carte ne pouvant pas penser à un plan meilleur que celui qu'ils avaient. Il s'est penché contre le mur et a laissé ses mandibules éclater en état de choc. Toute cette situation a été baisée. Peut-être que si les humains venaient de rester avec eux, ça n'aurait pas dû tomber comme ça. Au moins, ils auraient plus de gens qui participent à cette lutte contre le feu. Il n'y avait rien qu'il puisse faire à ce sujet maintenant. Ils avaient ce qu'ils avaient, il n'y avait rien qu'il puisse faire maintenant sauf suivre les ordres.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Raa est tombée silencieuse. Elle a été à la fois blessée et blessée intérieurement par les commentaires de Solares. Tout d'abord par son refus pur et simple de l'aider et ensuite par son supposition, elle a mal compris la question, la faisant sentir comme un enfant. Un fait qui a ajouté à la blessure était qu'elle était en partie. Elle a rapidement appuyé sur le bouton muet sur RK avant que l'AI-S au-dessus de la nature protectrice se lève et frappe. Malheureusement, cela ne l'a pas empêchée de répondre dans son oreillette. Ce putain de nerf que Turian a!!Raa a craqué dans son ton venimeux. Tandis que RK se plaignait, Raa se penchait la tête contre l'épaule de Solares. Il s'est ensuite renseigné sur les Immunoboosters pour elle, dont tous les trois savaient qu'elle en aurait besoin si on s'attendait à ce qu'elle coure n'importe où. Elle savait déjà que sa température avait augmenté d'un degré ou de deux, devenant une fièvre brûlante lente. Dans quelques minutes, un peu moins d'une demi-heure, elle venait s'écraser à genoux et ralentir tout le monde. Sa tête s'est frottée dans l'épaule de Solares, comme un enfant malade par habitude quand Donny s'est approché d'eux, ses yeux l'étudiant dans son souci la poussant à regarder vers le haut à l'homme lui demandant son état. Pas vraiment. Mon système immunitaire s'écrase parce que j'ai utilisé mon masque filtrant pour drainer les poumons du diplomate, rendant mon casque inutile. Je n'ai pas eu un changement pour m'adapter lentement à l'environnement de la station puisque nous n'étions pas supposés être ici pendant plus de quelques jours. Donc maintenant, dans un peu moins d'une demi-heure, je finirai par s'écraser, mais ça ne durera que peu de temps. Mauvaise partie, tous mes immunoboosters étaient de retour dans ma chambre, donc je n'en ai pas sur moi. Elle s'élevait lentement et régulièrement. Elle n'a même pas pris la peine d'essayer d'écouter les autres formuler un plan bien qu'elle note que la cabaliste prépare, ajuste et charge leurs armes. Elle a cherché les Immunoboosters quand Donny leur a offert, sa main s'accroche faible et s'est retirée pour se coller. La jeune Quarienne siffla quand la fin l'injecta alors qu'elle attendait que la drogue prenne effet. Ce n'était pas long alors qu'elle souriait, doucement, à Solares et à Voira. Merci, ça m'aidera à me tenir debout un peu plus longtemps.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Voira a regardé la carte de manière critique, en écoutant l'humain. Si ses informations étaient correctes, c'était le meilleur plan que les Asari puissent envisager pour les faire traverser le trou de l'enfer avec tous les diplomates intacts. Un groupe pour attirer le feu, l'autre pour maintenir les barrières jusqu'à ce que les diplomates et, surtout, Raa ne meurent pas. Elle a commencé à se préparer, à vérifier ses armes et à rester armure, à regarder comme quelqu'un d'autre a parlé. Le commandant cabaliste turoien semblait avoir une idée complètement différente. Voira visage visiblement palmé comme le disait Sura, gémissant dans l'exaspération à l'absence distincte de tact. Déesse au-dessus. On sait d'où vient son génie diplomatique. Elle a pensé qu'elle toussait encore. Plus de sang violet éclaboussé sur sa main gantée. Elle l'a regardée un moment. Au moins, c'est la seule chance. On peut le faire passer comme du sang de la blessure par balle. Heureusement pour toutes les personnes impliquées, les humains semblaient être d'accord avec le plan. Voira s'est cognée la tête comme Avatar l'a dit. Debout, son assaut Rifle au prêt, elle a parlé. « Nous n'avons pas de faibles capacités de lumière, mais nous pouvons faire une charge biotique. Nous irons avec vous." Elle a commencé à s'approcher de Solares au geste du Turian, notant immédiatement que Raa semblait être encore plus malade (attendue) et bouleversée (non attendue). Ses yeux se rétrécissaient alors qu'elle réussissait à attraper un peu de RK en colère avant que la Quarienne ne la mue. Le Donny s'approcha et offrit des amplificateurs Immuno à Raa, lui procurant un regard reconnaissant des Asari, avant qu'elle puisse questionner Solares sur exactement ce qui s'était passé. "Merci... Donny, n'est-ce pas? Nous craignions qu'elle n'ait succombé à sa maladie avant d'arriver à la navette. » Son expression reconnaissante est devenue plus sérieuse. "Solales, reste avec Raa et amène-la à la navette. Nous allons aider à distraire tous les ennemis à l'extérieur avec la Cabale. Emmenez-la à la navette. Nous te faisons confiance." Elle tourna son regard vers Raa, souriant doucement. "Nous serons juste derrière vous, ne vous inquiétez pas. Nous devons juste nous assurer qu'aucun des idiots devant la porte ne vous empêche d'aller à la navette." Sa main non blessée et propre a tendu la main pour donner à l'épaule de la Quarienne une pression rassurante. "On se voit sur la navette. Essayez de ne pas vous rendre plus malade pendant qu'on ne regarde plus, hmm?" Elle sentit une autre toux venir, et donna un petit sourire à Raa avant de se détourner et de se diriger vers les cabalistes. Une fois que Voira était à une petite distance de Raa, aussi discrètement qu'elle le pouvait, elle toussait plus de sang dans sa main. Elle a regardé les Cabalistes. "Quand est-ce qu'on facture? Nous sommes aussi prêts que jamais."

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Tacticus a commencé à fixer le mur de métal gris alors que la cabale a vérifié leur vitesse pour la dernière fois et a donné ce qu'ils ont tous supposé être leurs derniers mots l'un à l'autre. Ils se préparaient tous à mourir à ce stade, mais Tacticus pensait qu'il devait y avoir un meilleur moyen de le faire. Il a commencé à se demander si les intercepteurs allaient même être utiles à... il s'est arrêté une seconde. Le sang s'est précipité sur son visage alors qu'il avait une idée. Il a largué son fusil et a couru vers Sura qui étudiait encore la carte. Avant que Sura ait réussi à obtenir un mot de Cactus flouté "J'ai peut-être trouvé une façon qui ne nous implique pas tous mourir." Sura regarda Cactus comme si elle attendait qu'il dise quelque chose. C'est lui un moment pour prendre sur cela, mais quand il a fait il est rapidement allé en idée. "Les intercepteurs qui sont aussi amarrés à la station que nous avions prévu de prendre de toute façon? On pourrait les prendre d'abord et les utiliser pour tuer tous les ennemis. Nous n'avons pas besoin de nous inquiéter de l'air car après quelques secondes, les boucliers rempliront les trous que nous venons de faire. Je suppose que soit RK ou Avatar peut piloter l'un d'eux et comme ce sont des machines, ils devraient juste pouvoir piloter les intercepteurs à distance. Évidemment, nous aurions besoin d'un moyen de les faire passer au-delà des mercs et de la milita, mais cela ne devrait pas être la chose la plus difficile depuis que le Geth a un manteau. Nous avons également accès aux lumières que nous pourrions encore utiliser pour masquer leur approche. Si ce n'est pas assez bon, nous pouvons essayer de faire une diversion à la porte gauche ici." Tacticus a dit pointer vers la porte gauche sur la carte que Sura tenait toujours. "Autrement que cela nous épargne tous ou la plupart d'entre nous. Mais c'est mieux que nous en essayant de nous battre à travers des nombres supérieurs. » Sura a été visiblement surprise pendant un moment et a pris une seconde pour y penser. "Ça pourrait marcher... on aurait besoin de parler à Avatar et à l'autre AI, mais... ça pourrait marcher." Elle leva la main gauche à ses mandibules une seconde pour réfléchir et se tourna ensuite vers le geth. "Eh bien, vous seriez prêt à mettre votre "corps" sur la ligne comme Avatar. Nous allons essayer de provoquer une diversion à l'autre porte et vous donner la meilleure chance de ne pas être vu à moins que quelqu'un d'autre ait une meilleure idée."

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Peu de temps après qu'Avatar eut reçu les pouvoirs requis du caporal Angelica, Donny partagea son équipement entre la cabale, l'un des Turiens, Tacticus, proposa une solution alternative, une solution que les projections initiales d'Avatar jugeaient potentiellement favorable. Il présentait un risque beaucoup plus grand pour sa propre plateforme, mais c'était préférable de risquer la vie des autres. Bien que le plan n'ait toujours pas complètement éliminé le risque pour eux. "Cette plate-forme est durable." Avatar a répondu à Sura alors qu'il effectuait des simulations sur les résultats potentiels de ce nouveau plan. Avec les justificatifs de sécurité que Seraph fournit, RK et lui-même pourrait télécharger aux intercepteurs en seulement quelques secondes, et comme la coque de la station n'était pas aussi blindée qu'un navire militaire, ils seraient en mesure de percer dans la pièce de l'extérieur. « Ce plan est d'environ 23 % plus susceptible de réussir avec un minimum de victimes civiles. Cependant, la distraction sera nécessaire. Le temps nécessaire pour atteindre les deux intercepteurs est estimé à vingt-sept secondes. Le temps estimé avant que la station VI rétablisse l'énergie de la pièce est de vingt et une secondes. Vous devez retenir l'attention des forces ennemies pendant et après la panne afin de minimiser mon risque de détection. Comme ce plan n'exige pas de force d'escorte pour les forces civiles, je recommande à tous les civils d'attendre dans la pièce que les forces humaines occupent actuellement, et à toutes les forces de combat, y compris les humains, d'aider à la distraction. Vous serez en mesure d'utiliser les portes comme un point d'étranglement défensif, mais vous serez toujours à un désavantage numérique significatif. Une fois que vous commencez votre attaque, vous devrez également tenir la porte droite en plus de la gauche, car ils peuvent l'utiliser pour gagner une position de flanc. RK, je vous recommande de télécharger dans ma plateforme maintenant." Il a expliqué qu'il avait envoyé une demande de téléchargement à RK. Les pare-feu d'Avatar l'empêcheraient d'accéder aux fonctions motrices et autres commandes de sa plateforme, mais elle pourrait observer son architecture logicielle et matérielle. Avatar s'est déplacé dans la couverture autour du coin de l'entrée droite des sas. Il avait son fusil tiré, bien que idéalement, il ne serait pas nécessaire de l'utiliser. "Je vais désactiver l'alimentation de la pièce dès que vous commencerez votre attaque. Après encore cinq secondes, je vais activer mon manteau tactique et avancer."

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Rk n'était pas ravi du plan. Pas du tout quand elle a été informée et qu'elle l'aimait encore moins quand Raa a essayé de l'entraîner. Son visage fronça sur la pop-up numérique de l'omnitool de Raa alors que la Quarienne tentait de la convaincre que ce plan était la meilleure option, son sourcil soulevé en protestation. La mâchoire de RK s'est serrée avec les mots avant de céder. Elle n'avait pas parlé à la Quarienne pour plusieurs mouvements alors qu'elle détournait sa vue, ses yeux se rétrécissaient dans l'espace. Même elle avait déjà donné dans la demande de Raa. Soupirant, l'IA garde son visage mécontent quand le Geth a commencé à faire des recommandations, la faisant revenir avec une réponse sarcastique et humaine. Non, j'ai pensé essayer de marcher mon cul là-bas tout seul. "RK... "Don"t RK me, Raa. C'est assez mauvais que tu aies risqué ta santé pour un étrange complet, même en sachant qu'elle pourrait les avoir tués ou pire, tous les deux, alors ne me rassure pas. Je fais ça, tu ferais mieux de rester avec les civils. Tu n'as pas à t'inquiéter de ça, RK. Je vais le faire. Juste... soyez en sécurité.La Quarienne a déclaré timidement qu'elle regardait la retraite d'Asari, son expression tombait un peu dans l'inquiétude, faisant reparler RK. Arrête de t'inquiéter pour elle. Elle va être parfaitement amusante à la différence d'Avatar et moi, ce qui m'irrite encore sérieusement. Non pas qu'elle admette l'idée d'aller profondément dans une éventuelle fusillade a fait sa peur'mort. Après tout, comment pourrait-on vraiment mourir s'ils pouvaient toujours se recharger dans un nouveau corps, mais même qui avait ses limites et les données étaient encore corruptibles à la fin. Soupirant un peu, RK a malheureusement terminé le téléchargement avant qu'elle ne commente. C'est mieux de travailler. Elle a regardé Raa retourner à l'endroit où les autres diplomates ramassaient pour la sécurité. RK a fait une dernière déclaration sarcastique et à demi-coeur sous son souffle. Je pense que j'ai beaucoup mieux aimé le plan suicidaire Turian.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Une meilleure idée Avatar, on sera en position à l'autre porte et la mienne. On va s'asseoir au bout du couloir et l'allumer. Mais d'abord, prenez ça. Sura a dit à la machine. Elle a sorti une grenade de sa ceinture et l'a jetée au Geth. "Quand nous serons prêts, nous signalerons au-dessus des communications. Quand cela arrive, soufflez votre porte, attendez quelques secondes et coupez le courant. Une fois que les lumières s'éteindront, nous ferons sauter notre porte et nous essaierons de les faire sortir de leur position vers nous. Si on prend le bon temps, ils n'auront même pas le temps de vous voir avec des thermiques ou une faible lumière qu'ils pourraient avoir. Se tourner vers Solares Sura a terminé le plan. "Votre travail va être de laisser tomber toute personne que vous voyez porter un casque d'abord. Cela devrait faciliter les tâches de l'IA si personne ne peut les voir. Imaginez que votre veuve puisse accomplir cela." Elle se retourna vers sa cabale qui était prête à partir depuis un moment. "Space out tous les obstacles que vous pouvez dans le couloir donc nous avons plus de points de tir que juste le coin. Notre objectif est la suppression pas nécessairement la précision. Vous avez ma permission de faire ce que vous avez besoin de faire." Tacticus et toute la cabale savaient ce qu'elle leur avait laissé entendre. Il avait entendu parler de la carrière antérieure de Sura dans le corps de cabale. Ils ont dû exécuter des lâches qui s'étaient brisés face à un groupe de Krogans. Elle a répété cette dernière phrase chaque fois qu'elle en parlait vaguement. Vu ce qu'elle avait dit sur les humains plus tôt... ils savaient tous ce que ça signifiait. Tout le monde a donné un ouisir et s'est empilé dans le couloir et a commencé à s'arrimer autour du coin vers les couloirs menant au salon. Quand ils sont arrivés, ils ont tous empilé sur le côté gauche Sura a donné Tacticus et Numso chacun une mine de veuve. En disant un mot, elle a pointé Tacticus à une petite alcôve et Numso à la porte. Puisque la porte était automatique, il ne faudrait que quelques secondes pour l'activer pour qu'il ait à poser la charge rapidement. Ils ont tous les deux hurlé sur elle et ont sauté dans leurs charges biotiques. Tacticus a rapidement élevé la mine et la mettre à peu près au niveau de la cheville dans la petite alcôve et a pointé le laser pour traverser le couloir. Si quelqu'un venait en courant dans le couloir, il ferait le tour de la mine. Il s'est rapidement tourné en catapulte derrière la lèvre du mur. Quelques secondes plus tard, Numso fit de même. Prendre soin de ne pas déclencher la mine Numso est sorti de sa charge à propos d'un pied dans l'air dans une tentative de ne pas se faire exploser. Sura a ensuite signalé le Geth sur les communications en lui signalant ping qu'ils étaient prêts.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Avatar s'est mis en position par la porte droite, reconnaissant la modification du plan par Sura. Un recalcul rapide des résultats probables a conclu qu'il profitait plus efficacement de la psychologie organique commune, car l'ennemi était plus susceptible de considérer la première détonation comme une distraction, plutôt que la seconde. Il a trouvé une place dans la porte pour planter la grenade, a tiré son fusil d'assaut, puis a attendu que les autres soient en position. Pour que ce plan soit couronné de succès, il faudrait qu'il se déplace rapidement, tranquillement et directement vers les sas. Il a veillé à ce que RK ait accès à ses capteurs afin qu'elle puisse fournir des capacités d'observation supplémentaires tout en consacrant plus de puissance de traitement à d'autres tâches. Une fois les autres prêts, Avatar a armé la grenade, puis s'est couvert. L'explosion a soufflé la porte la plupart du temps ouverte, à l'exception de quelques assiettes près des bords. Avatar s'appuya sur son fusil d'assaut autour du coin et tira aveuglément plusieurs rafales dans la pièce, bien que l'ennemi retourna rapidement une grêle de coups de feu. Il a attendu sept secondes, assez pour permettre à tous les membres de la force hostile de concentrer leur attention sur sa porte, puis a envoyé le signal pour activer le virus qui était en sommeil dans les systèmes de la station. Au bout de 3,2 secondes, toutes les lumières de la pièce s'assombrissaient à l'écart des feux de secours. Puis, ils sont devenus plus brillants et plus brillants jusqu'à ce qu'ils aient soufflé l'un après l'autre. La pièce était dans l'obscurité totale, et prêt pour la force de distraction d'attaquer.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira écoutait les plans idly, se concentrant sur la préparation de son fusil d'assaut et prenant autant de respirations qu'elle le pouvait. J'essaie de calmer ses nerfs. Elle était sur le point de sauter dans une pièce remplie d'ennemis très en colère, avec un groupe de Turiens qu'elle venait littéralement de rencontrer, plus nombreux, sans aucun moyen de voir quoi que ce soit, et de les distraire tous en essayant de les tuer. Tout ce que nous avons à faire est de garder l'attention de tous les ennemis, dans la pièce noire de terrain, assez longtemps pour que tout le monde puisse s'échapper, et ensuite nous devons nous retirer, tout en étant abattus. C'est simple! Elle a pensé, ronflant morbidement. Ce ronflement s'est transformé en une toux, qui a causé plus de sang à éclaboussure sur sa main et dans sa bouche. Voira grimacée au goût, crachant le sang violet restant sur le côté. "Nous avons juste besoin de durer assez longtemps pour nous assurer qu'elle est en sécurité." Voira a murmuré, tranquillement, à elle-même. "Nous avons juste besoin de durer assez longtemps..." Elle était assez certaine qu'un poumon meurtri, ce qu'elle espérait est d'où tout le sang venait, n'était pas mortel. Après tout, RK ne lui avait rien parlé en privé. J'espère que c'est juste parce qu'il n'y a rien de mal à nous... plutôt qu'elle ne veut pas nous inquiéter. Quand les portes ont explosé, Voira a compté les secondes comme une grêle de coups de feu a répondu. Tout comme la porte de son équipe s'est ouverte, le mercenaire d'Asari a placé une barrière autour de son propre corps. Elle a commencé à tirer avec le reste de Cabal, visant les dernières positions ennemies connues au moment où les lumières ont commencé à s'éteindre. Maudits Turiens ne devraient pas nous laisser dans cette obscurité... Au bout de quelques instants, une douleur douloureuse s'installant dans son épaule de tir alors que le recul du fusil d'assaut la frappait, l'Asari sentit une autre crise de toux se produire. Et celui-ci était mauvais. Voira s'éloigna rapidement de la porte, sa barrière s'empara de son propre corps et jeta son fusil d'assaut à Donny. Elle a posé une barrière sur lui, laissant sa propre dissipation alors qu'elle s'accroupissait derrière le mur et toussait violemment. Le sang a éclaboussé sa main et le sol, pour la première fois légitimement inquiet les Asari. On ne peut pas mourir. Pas encore. Pas comme ça.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Respirant profondément, Donny a essayé de calmer ses nerfs. C'était juste... Tellement. Tout se passait si vite que tout était flou dans son esprit. Il ne pouvait pas le croire lui-même... comment était-ce qu'en quelques heures sa vie aurait tourné à l'envers comme ça? Il y a eu des protestations de la part de ses collègues soldats, mais Seraph et Eleanore ont rapidement mis un terme à cela. "Remets de côté ton orgueil et fais ce qu'ils disent. Nous devons nous sortir d'ici d'abord. Nous nous occuperons des retombées plus tard." Donny ne pouvait pas s'empêcher de penser. Il voulait blâmer les Turiens. Pourquoi devrait-il risquer sa vie pour leur colonie? Ce n'était pas leur combat. Il n'avait qu'à remettre Eleanore en vie, baiser les Turiens et cette rébellion qu'ils ont. Mais il y a vraiment pensé et il s'est senti coupable. Ce n'est pas comme ça qu'un héros agit. C'est l'idée d'un lâche. Donny ne voulait pas se considérer comme un lâche, et son esprit rationalisait ses actions de bien des façons. Mais en fin de compte, ils n'étaient que des excuses pour se sortir d'ici vivant. Même s'il devait abandonner Eleanore, le sentiment d'auto-préservation de Donny lui disait de fuir pour sa vie. Cendrir ses dents Donny a sorti le couteau de son grand-père. "Non. Je ne peux pas courir. Il ne s'est pas enfui. Il s'est battu, même quand la mort se tenait devant lui. Mon grand-père était un héros qui était prêt à mourir pour se battre pour la terre, pour l'humanité. Comment puis-je porter ce couteau si je ne peux pas faire la même chose? Je... Je dois leur faire confiance. Ils nous sauveront tous. Et je dois les aider. Nous le devons tous. Nous... nous devons... Oh mon Dieu, s'il vous plaît aidez-les... aidez-nous..." Donny a laissé sortir une seule larme de son œil. Personne ne demandait, mais s'ils le faisaient, il n'hésiterait pas à admettre qu'il avait peur. Les exercices qu'ils ont fait, l'entraînement qu'il avait, ils n'étaient pas assez pour quelque chose comme ça. Ce n'était pas un soldat endurci. C'était une recrue verte au-dessus de sa tête. Il n'avait même pas la moindre idée de ce que "être un héros" allait être. Tuer les méchants était beaucoup plus dur de savoir qu'il pouvait facilement mourir comme les autres. Son masque recouvrait son visage, mais il se demandait comment les autres pouvaient garder leur sang-froid. Même Raa, une civvie, a pu fonctionner bien sous le feu. Et s'il s'est souvenu correctement, les Quariens comme elle ont du mal à respirer. Étant donné qu'elle avait besoin de ces immunoboosters, elle était aussi malade. Elle était malade et la gardait toujours cool. Dans quel genre d'équipage Donny s'est-il mis? Bientôt Avatar partit avec RK pour leur tâche. D'après ce qu'il a glissé de Seraph, ils allaient se faufiler, détourner certains navires, et les utiliser pour fournir une puissance de feu lourde. La tâche des Turiens et des humains était de fournir une distraction pour empêcher l'ennemi d'arrêter le geth. Cela semblait si simple et pourtant Donny avait des doutes. Il avait encore peur, il avait peur, et s'inquiétait de ce qui allait mal tourner. C'était un lâche. Et pourtant, il avait encore besoin de se battre. Donny a levé son arme pour aider les Turiens à tirer quand Voria lui a jeté son fusil d'assaut. "Huh?" Puis Donny a remarqué qu'elle a mis une barrière autour de Donny, le distrait du fait que Voryia a été blessé et utilisait sa couverture comme un bandage. Donny a un entraînement de base avec un fusil d'assaut mais jamais vraiment spécialisé dans celui-ci. Mais il comprit pourquoi elle le lui donna ; son fusil était fort, sûr, mais il avait besoin de mettre du feu. Et supprimer il l'a fait. Tout comme l'ennemi a tiré une grêle de balles vers la porte, Donny, Rosemary, Aman et Seraph ont aussi tiré avec leurs armes d'assaut. Ils n'ont pas seulement gaspillé des balles mais ils essayaient d'en frapper, de gérer quelques pseudos, mais de ne pas en tuer. La bataille vient de commencer, mais l'ennemi s'est fait piéger. Ils avaient besoin d'être effacés. Les lumières s'éteignirent, signalant leur offensive. Donny a vu deux Turiens se déplacer et déposer des mines; Donny a fait une note pour les éviter. Avec les lumières éteintes, cela donnerait à Donny de précieuses secondes pour se déplacer; balle était toujours en vol mais avec une combinaison de ses Boucliers Juggernaut et les barrières de Voria Donny pourrait risquer quelques balles dans sa direction. Plus important encore, il devait s'installer dans une meilleure position pour chasser l'ennemi. Mais pas encore. Il y aura une chance, mais il devait être patient. Tout était sur les robots maintenant. "Ne perds pas ton chemin..."

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

L'horloge interne d'Avatar a été comptée après l'obscurité des lumières. Son omni-outil était déjà actif et attendait que son commandement lance le programme de captation tactique. Il avait activé des milliers d'exemples de programmes d'analyse sur ses capteurs auditifs et visuels pour accroître sa sensibilisation. Il y avait actuellement 638 programmes redondants consacrés uniquement à l'analyse de trajectoire projectile. Une fois entré dans la salle, l'utilisation prévue du traitement se situerait à 81 %. ...4.97, 4.98, 4.99, 5.00 secondes passé, et Avatar a engagé son manteau tactique. Avec son fusil d'assaut à la main, il a arrondi le coin et s'est déplacé dans la pièce, se tenant près du mur sur sa droite. La pièce était exceptionnellement sombre, au point que seuls ceux qui avaient une faible vision de la lumière pouvaient naviguer dans n'importe quelle mesure. La seule raison pour laquelle ces ennemis sans vision basse lumière pouvaient retourner le feu à l'équipe de distraction était que le couloir à travers la porte était allumé. Pour Avatar, la distraction fonctionnait parfaitement. Il y avait peu d'ennemis qui étaient correctement équipés pour voir dans la pièce obscurcie, mais avec son manteau tactique, même ils avaient une probabilité exceptionnellement faible de détecter la présence d'Avatar. Il se déplace soigneusement et tranquillement le long du mur, passant à moins de deux mètres d'un Turian désorienté à un point, mais en moins de dix secondes, il avait réussi à se déplacer dans le coin arrière de la pièce, avec les sas. La plate-forme d'Avatar's ne pouvait pas supporter une cape tactique pendant qu'elle interagissait avec le terminal du sas, de sorte qu'elle devait rester visible afin de transférer RK dans l'intercepteur. Cependant, puisque les sas étaient à l'arrière de la pièce et que tous les ennemis étaient concentrés sur l'équipe de distraction, aucun ennemi ne regardait dans sa direction. Malheureusement, il a rencontré un retard lorsqu'il a tenté de permettre à RK de télécharger. Le terminal du sas semblait avoir un pare-feu qui n'avait pas été répertorié sur la console de sécurité. Cependant, il s'agissait d'un système vieux et dépassé, et une recherche rapide à travers sa mémoire a révélé qu'il y avait des exploits connus qu'il pouvait utiliser pour contourner la sécurité. En particulier, ce système était en fait vulnérable à une attaque de débordement de tampon, mais le piratage nécessiterait environ dix secondes de plus. Les Krogan qui menaient les mercenaires agissaient rapidement dès que les portes avaient été brisées. Il portait un casque plein, et semblait n'avoir aucun problème à bouger, donc son costume était probablement équipé d'une vision basse lumière. Immédiatement, il a ordonné à un groupe de sa Vorcha, environ cinq ou six forts, de précipiter la porte gauche tandis que leurs alliés fournissaient un feu de couverture lourd. Certains trébuchèrent d'abord dans l'obscurité, mais la Vorcha principale maniait un lance-flammes, qu'il lâcha vers la porte ouverte, éclairant suffisamment la zone autour de lui pour que l'autre Vorcha se précipite aussi vers la porte. Dans le même temps, le Krogan, avec un groupe de trois Turiens et un Batarien avec lui, semblait faire la bonne porte pour se déplacer et flanquer l'équipe de distraction.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

RK Quand RK a été chargée, son esprit a immédiatement pris à explorer. Aussitôt son'subconscient' n'a tourné que des données électriques coexistantes. Il s'est répandu à travers Avatar comme une chose avec un esprit propre, favorisant les systèmes existants et leurs mesures de sécurité. Chaque fois qu'elle avait instinctivement essayé de prendre le contrôle, un mur de feu l'a arrêtée. Il a facilement dévié le protocole de données dispersé de l'IA comme il cherchait à se collecter. La meilleure description était comme donner du sang sentient dans un individu. Il ne serait pas en mesure de se tenir ensemble et lorsqu'il a été introduit, les fonctions par défaut du programme étaient de « sécuriser » son environnement pour la sécurité. Bien que RK ait été un programme informatique d'abord et avant tout, elle n'a jamais aimé entrer dans un autre système. Elle s'est sentie plus faible et moins entière quand son programme original est venu à la surface. Surtout quand il n'y avait pas d'ancre à Raa. C'était un rappel détestable de la facilité avec laquelle on pouvait la démonter ou la piéger dans un chiffrement bien conçu. Bien que l'éparpillement et le remontage au sein d'Avatar semblaient prendre une éternité pour Raa, ce n'était que quelques secondes pour prendre conscience à nouveau. C'est dans ces secondes que l'IA a été laissée réfléchir sur la raison pour laquelle elle était contre cela. En termes contondants, on a rappelé à RK qu'elle n'était qu'une machine. C'était la seule raison pour laquelle elle a combattu l'intergradation dans son propre corps et même avec ses arguments logiques, la vérité était strictement parce qu'étant si proche de Raa avait rendu plus facile d'éliminer sa conscience qu'elle ne serait jamais organique. C'était comme l'histoire de l'IA qui souhaitait qu'elle soit chair et sang. Lorsque ses données ont été recueillies, RK a gagné la rétroaction visuelle et sensorielle par l'intermédiaire d'Avatar. Son esprit voyant à travers ses yeux, entendant à travers ses oreilles et plus, mais n'avait aucune influence sur ses actions. Placidement, elle a suivi le statut biologique de Voria avec quelques inquiétudes. Si ce n'était pas pour l'attaque, elle aurait depuis longtemps alerté les autres à l'état d'Asaira. Il était trop tard. Le plan semblait bien fonctionner. Alors que les autres fournissaient la distraction idéale et que les lumières s'éteignaient brusquement, le Geth glissa facilement par les ennemis avec son manteau tactique. Il se déplaçait facilement contre le mur, en gardant le rythme affûté et rapide vers les sas. Quand il l'a atteint, il a été forcé de laisser tomber son manteau car il a fallu plus de puissance de traitement pour garder les deux fonctions vers le haut, ce qui ralentirait considérablement le piratage. Un fait qu'ils savaient pourrait nuire aux chances de survie de leurs alliés. RK gémit intérieurement dans le système d'Avatar, à la fois au fait de la rencontre avec un pare-feu non enregistré et les signes de vie de Voira glissant. Si tu as des problèmes, laisse-moi le faire! RK s'est effondrée dans le programme d'Avatar comme elle l'a ajouté. "Voira a actuellement subi de graves dommages structuraux internes, ce qui nuit à son efficacité dans sa fonction principale. En termes organiques : elle tousse des quantités alarmantes de sang. Ça veut dire qu'elle a probablement une côte meurtrie car je ne peux pas lire des ruptures intérieures ou des points trop chauds où le sang pourrait se mettre en commun. Après son apport informatif, Avatar avait finalement réussi à percer la défense, ce qui a fait que RK téléchargeait immédiatement avec un cadeau de ses derniers mots. Il était temps. Ça t'a pris assez de temps!' Quand RK a été téléchargée dans le vaisseau, elle a fait un contrôle instantané des systèmes tandis que son essence s'est propagée et l'a infectée. Il y avait peu de résistance depuis qu'elle était une utilisatrice autorisée, donc elle a rapidement détourné le navire. Sa première tâche était de détacher les stabilisateurs et de tourner les armes vers le mur le plus proche, ses systèmes de ciblage reposaient sur la coque. Elle a tiré quatre coups. Ils grondent et résonnent dans la petite pièce pendant qu'ils sont d'abord dentelés puis étourdis à travers le métal dans l'espace au-delà.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Au moment où RK a pu charger dans l'intercepteur, Avatar a réactivé son manteau tactique et sprinté vers le sas en tenant l'autre intercepteur, de l'autre côté de la navette. Il avait aussi la même mesure de sécurité que le premier sas, mais comme la solution pour le contourner était identique, Avatar n'avait besoin que de répéter le même processus. En tant que tel, il a pu contourner la console en seulement 1,3 seconde. Cependant, il ne s'est pas immédiatement téléchargé dans l'intercepteur. Il a plutôt téléchargé des instructions au pilote automatique du navire pour se découpler de la station, puis a tiré un autre trou dans le trou. Avant qu'il puisse commencer à tirer, Avatar, a couru jusqu'au sas de la navette. À ce moment-là, l'ennemi a repéré Avatar, mais peu avaient l'intention de le tirer. Au contraire, ils tentaient de fuir et de se cacher de l'intercepteur de RK, qui épuise rapidement la force hostile. Les armes lourdes, basées sur des chasseurs, pouvaient pénétrer à travers toute la couverture que l'ennemi avait placée, ainsi que le blindage d'énergie personnel, en seulement un à deux tirs. Une fois que l'autre intercepteur a traversé la coque, il y aurait peu d'angles où il ne pouvait pas tirer. Avatar a ouvert le sas, puis a demandé au pilote de la navette que l'ennemi avait piégé à l'intérieur de déverrouiller la porte de la navette. Il a fallu environ deux secondes au pilote pour s'y conformer, au cours de laquelle le deuxième intercepteur a percuté la coque. Quelques ennemis ont tiré dans sa direction, mais au moment où il est entré dans la navette et a fermé la porte derrière elle, ses boucliers n'avaient pris que des dommages mineurs. "Découpler la station et maintenir une distance minimale de 35 mètres." Avatar a dit haut et fort au pilote avant sa plate-forme soudainement, et sans avertissement, s'est effondré au sol apparemment sans vie. N'ayant pas perdu de temps, Avatar s'était téléchargé à distance dans le deuxième intercepteur, qu'il avait placé en attente. Il a rapidement pris le contrôle du système de ciblage du pilote automatique et, une fois que la navette était à une distance sécuritaire de la station, a élargi la taille de sa brèche de coque pour tirer sur des hostiles qui avaient réussi à trouver un angle mort dans lequel se cacher. Il ne faudrait que quelques instants pour que le feu combiné de RK et d'Avatar élimine les ennemis restants, après quoi la navette pourrait utiliser les brèches importantes de la coque pour atterrir à l'intérieur de la pièce afin que ses alliés puissent monter à bord. Les boucliers d'énergie s'étaient activés automatiquement pour maintenir l'atmosphère à l'intérieur de la station, de sorte que la dépressurisation ne serait pas un problème. RK s'était concentrée sur les ennemis les plus proches de la sortie dès qu'elle était en mesure, tuant ou invalidant d'une autre manière tous les gardes personnels du Krogan, mais le Krogan lui-même avait survécu et l'avait fait passer par la porte droite. Bien qu'il ait été grièvement blessé, même selon les normes de Krogan. Des éclats du quasi-impact de l'armement de l'intercepteur avaient débarrassé une grande partie de son torse et de sa jambe gauche, remplissant son armure de dizaines de petits trous. Il était en position de flanquer l'équipe de distraction, mais aussi furieux qu'il l'était, il n'avait aucun intérêt pour le suicide. Au contraire, il a pris la chance de fuir, mais à son insu, il fuyait en direction des civils.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira est restée sur ses mains et ses genoux, s'essoufflant pour respirer. Sa toux semblait avoir pris fin, mais il y avait une quantité alarmante de sang violet éclaboussé sur tout le sol, ses avant-bras et ses mains. C'est... pas bon. Elle a réfléchi, hazily. Elle était consciente d'une bataille qui se déroulait derrière elle, mais des bruits de combat (surtout le bruit du feu de navire). Ils étaient loin de Raa et c'est tout ce qui comptait en ce moment. Respirez profondément, même s'ils ont mal. Elle a dû prendre plus d'air dans son corps. Elle a dû se remettre sur pied, et bientôt. Juste parce que le combat n'était pas près de Raa ne voulait pas dire qu'il n'allait pas s'approcher de la Quarienne, ou qu'ils n'auraient pas à bouger bientôt. Raa pourrait donner sa réaction allergique d'une seconde à l'autre, et elle aurait besoin de quelqu'un pour la transporter dans le vaisseau. Maudites malédictions, Voira lut à ses pieds, se penchant lourdement contre le mur voisin, prenant dans l'information ses sens lui donnaient. Encore des coups de feu. Des cris furieux. La puanteur du sang qui n'était pas la sienne. Des pieds lourds qui frappent vers... Raa. Les yeux de Voira se sont concentrés pour voir un putain de Krogan mort accusant les civils. Ses yeux s'évanouissaient de peur. C'est Raa! C'est pas vrai! Une main s'est poussée du mur, tandis que l'autre a tiré son fusil. L'énergie biotique bleue s'est rassemblée autour d'elle alors qu'elle tirait son fusil et qu'elle se chargeait directement dans le côté de Krogan. Casse-toi! Biotiquement aidé ou non, frapper un Krogan à cette vitesse, avec son état affaibli, a causé des dommages. Grave, déchirure des côtes, dommages. Il n'y avait pas le temps de se concentrer sur l'agonie cependant, le Krogan allait se lever à tout moment et elle a dû protéger Raa. Elle aussi. C'est plus sur la mémoire musculaire du pilote automatique et le désespoir que Voira a commencé à tirer son fusil sur le Krogan, en envoyant tour après tour d'armure perçant des limaces sur l'ennemi.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Le chaos qui suivit la distraction était incroyable pour Tacticus. La quantité d'armes échangées et la rapidité de tout cela n'était pas quelque chose pour lequel il était prêt. Lorsque l'équipe s'est rapidement déplacée dans le coin du couloir et a franchi la porte, elle n'avait pas, pendant un moment, relégué dans son torrent de coups de feu. Alors que plusieurs des cabalistes se concentraient sur la fabrication de couverture pour eux-mêmes et les humains à tirer, certains avaient décidé de fournir de l'artillerie biotique. Des vagues d'énergie biotique ont servi à renforcer la quantité déjà incroyable d'armes tirées par les 2 lignes profondes de soldats étaient en train de s'agenouiller. Heureusement, les humains n'ont pas cassé ou agité face à un pseudo-agression, quelque chose que Sura avait prévu de faire face. Mais non, les deux courses ont travaillé ensemble comme elles l'avaient fait dans les vidéos qu'elles avaient toutes été faites pour regarder la guerre de Reaper. Pas de politique, pas de divisions juste une exposition pure de l'esprit guerrier de l'escouade. Il pensait même un moment qu'il pouvait sentir l'esprit guider son arme pour couper l'un des Vorcha lourdement blindé avec un trio de coups de feu sur le crâne. Il a fallu un moment à Tacticus pour se rendre compte que son arme avait surchauffé et avait effectivement été pendant plusieurs instants. Le cocktail chimique avec lequel son corps a été inondé par ses propres glandes a suffi à surmonter tout sentiment de vouloir reculer ou courir et se cacher. Quand il est descendu dans la poitrine haute barrière, il habitait avec Numso attendant que son arme se refroidisse, il a remarqué quelque chose de chaud sur le côté gauche de son visage. Il a atteint la main gauche et senti le liquide coller à ses doigts. Il a retiré sa main de ses mandibules et a trouvé que c'était du sang frais. Son sourcil s'est sillonné pendant un moment alors qu'il essayait de penser s'il avait été abattu ou non. Il est allé jusqu'à commencer à vérifier lui-même avant d'obtenir sa réponse. Il regarda vers sa droite et vit le contenu du crâne de Numso éparpillé sur le sol dans un tas de sang congelant. Pendant un moment, Cactus a gelé et le bruit des coups de feu a commencé à s'estomper de sa perception. Il sentait que sa gorge commençait à brûler et à tourner comme il devait étouffer le vomi. Ses yeux s'élargissaient aussi par surprise, puis entrèrent dans un état de ce qui ne pouvait être décrit que comme une confusion. "Non, c'est... Non... non." Tacticus s'est emparé de son pistolet et a craqué le corps dans son esprit en jouant des tours sur lui. Numso n'était pas mort, il pouvait le voir dans son périmètre encore en train de tirer. Il n'était pas sur le terrain juste là, certainement pas. Il pouvait toujours se sentir Numso, il n'était pas mort. Cactus a sauté dans une croûte pour tirer au-dessus de la barrière basse qui avait été mis en place pour permettre à ses coéquipiers de tirer sur lui. Poussant l'image de son ami mort hors de son esprit, ses mandibules se mirent involontairement à flotter alors qu'il commençait à tirer de nouveau sur la gâchette. Il était engourdi, il n'entendait plus rien. Il pouvait juste sentir le recul du fusil et des balles qui sifflaient près de sa tête. Il n'y avait rien d'autre que ce qu'il faisait et qui était à la fin de son arme. Alors qu'il y avait des comm bavardages, cela lui semblait si éloigné qu'il n'y en avait peut-être pas du tout. Il a mis ses yeux sur le haut du corps de son collègue Turian et viser sa région exposée au cou a commencé à pousser son arme près de son point de surchauffe à nouveau. Juste avant qu'il ne rougisse, il éjecta le clip thermique et continua à tirer négligeant d'en mettre un nouveau. Les barrières du traître se sont brisées et sa grêle de balles a finalement commencé à déchirer ses parents. Tacticus n'a rien ressenti. Pas de remords, pas de regret, pas de tristesse, rien. Le corps du Turian a été déchiqueté et battu en rien d'autre que des morceaux de chair jetée et de liquide volant vers le haut et couvrant la zone autour de lui. Puis son arme a surchauffé une fois de plus et il a été refoulé dans la couverture. Cette fois, il s'est assuré de ne pas regarder le corps et a rechargé l'un des rares clips thermiques qu'il avait laissés dans son arme. À ce moment-là, il sentit le sol trembler sous lui et regarda par-dessus son épaule gauche à travers la barrière pour la plupart translucide des combattants ennemis. Il a aussi commencé à sentir l'air se précipiter hors de la pièce. Cela a simplement pressé son dos contre la barrière alors que l'air s'est précipité dans les grandes explosions déchiquetant les ennemis restants. À ce moment-là, bien qu'il ait vu quelque chose de plus inquiétant. Une grande masse en courant derrière eux et un autre flou de couleur qu'il a deviné était les Asari qu'ils avaient avec eux. Ne pensant pas qu'il a sauté dans une charge après la masse de ce qui devait être un Krogan. Le Krogan faisait une course pour elle, sans le savoir, il courait cependant vers les diplomates. Quelque chose qu'il ne pouvait pas laisser arriver. Il est arrivé juste à temps pour entendre les Asari craquer ses côtes contre le Krogan dans une tentative de l'arrêter. Bien qu'il ait travaillé à le jeter à l'étage qu'elle a ensuite suivi avec plusieurs fusils de chasse à Krogan abattu. Tacticus a commencé à décharger son pistolet en tenant simplement la gâchette dans le krogan en ajoutant à la piscine de plus en plus grande entourant le Krogan encore en mouvement. Son arme rapidement surchauffée, Tacticus a commencé à crier alors qu'il éjectait le clip thermique et a continué à tirer. Laisser son pent-up s'énerver sur le corps sans vie. Quand l'arme de l'Asari a finalement surchauffé et que la sienne l'a fait peu après qu'il ait jeté son arme. Il a rempli ses bras d'énergie biotique alors qu'ils ont tous deux cessé de tirer et il a commencé à battre dans la masse de chair qui était déjà à peine reconnaissable. Toujours criant primaly et presque dégradant dans un grognement, il a frappé le Krogan en décomposition lente dans des morceaux mais pulvérisés comme le sang a pulvérisé sur lui et est entré dans sa bouche. Numso n'était pas mort, ce Krogan était mort. Numso était encore en vie à la ligne en attendant que son meilleur frère se lève sur le flanc. Numso était toujours en vie.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Rhénanie-du-Prince-Édouard Raa était là dans l'horreur, son esprit engourdit dans la panique. Elle venait juste d'aller plus loin après avoir entendu les combats mourir et quelqu'un venant dans le couloir, sa figure se blottis avec les autres civils dans leur anxiété croissante. Il avait été assez épais pour les étouffer tous. Au début, elle était soulagée d'être loin de là, mais maintenant, elle aurait souhaité qu'elle soit restée. Ses yeux grands ouverts et fixés dans la peur à la béhémoth maintenant enfonçant d'elle tandis que son cœur semblait s'être arrêté dans sa poitrine. Le Krogan était enduit de son propre sang d'orange, son costume se déchirant de trous de balles et le faisait ressembler à du fromage suisse, alors qu'il sifflait vers elle pour s'échapper. Cours, bon sang! Elle maudite aux jambes qui refusaient de bouger, croyant que le silence lui permettrait de se cacher. Son esprit devenait engourdi par la peur qui déchirait sa figure et se répandait, brûlant son intérieur dans une sensation de froid. Son bras a été poussé contre le mur et luttant pour se maintenir debout, sa maladie à seulement quelques minutes. L'immuno-booster avait aidé à retarder, mais seulement juste. Avant la main, sa peau avait gagné une légère fièvre. Dans une autre heure, elle serait chaude et transpirante, les effets de son système immunitaire s'adaptant à l'évironment, pendant qu'elle était couchée au lit. À travers cela pourrait maintenant compter, elle a réalisé fermer les yeux et s'attendant à sentir le bras Krogan, la remettre dans le mur. Ça n'est jamais arrivé. Au lieu de cela, il a hurlé un nouveau quand une stries bleue l'a coupé et a fait trébucher l'extraterrestre. Un moment s'est passé avant que Raa se rende compte que c'était Voira qui avait intercepté, son corps couvert d'assez de sang violet qu'elle aurait dû être évanouie. Déjà sa main touchait à son fusil de chasse puis a déchargé plusieurs balles dans le corps de Krogan, vaporisant plus de sang orange à travers le sol du couloir. Un Turian, Tacticus, est venu se précipiter derrière le Krogan vers le bas et a rejoint le déjà gagner fray en frappant le cadavre mort jusqu'à ce qu'il était couvert d'orange. Raa n'avait pas remarqué. Ses yeux étaient fixés sur Voira avec peur et inquiétude, ses pieds remuant enfin, puis s'approchant de l'effondrement d'Asari. Elle s'est agenouillée à genoux alors que ses mains tremblaient pour la forme émiettée. Non, s'il vous plaît, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non, non. À ce stade, elle s'en foutait si s'occuper de Voira l'avait rendue pire aussi longtemps que les Asari vivaient. RK "Raa? C'est quoi, le RAA? Réponds-moi, DAMN! Vous êtes touché? Que s'est-il passé?" Raa a continué à répéter ses questions, encore et encore, sa voix irrité et inquiète à travers la communication. Elle n'a pas pu se télécharger à nouveau dans l'omnitool de la Quarienne car elle était hors de portée. Cela signifiait que l'IA ne pouvait pas avoir de lecture sur la situation et par la réaction de Raa, c'était vraiment mauvais. Le programme a suscité une frustration à l'égard de son impuissance puis a tenté de contacter Voira. La même chose s'est produite provoquant une autre étincelle en colère dans son système. Les bios étaient parfois des idiots qu'elle pensait amèrement pendant qu'elle contactait Avatar et Solares. "Il s'est passé quelque chose. Je ne peux pas lire, mais ni Raa ni Voira ne répondent à mes communications. Cela signifie l'une des deux choses : ils sont hors de portée ou... » RK n'a pas terminé son observation mais c'est clair de la dernière option, une qu'elle ne voulait pas considérer. "Vérifie-les, je vais préparer le vaisseau pour le chargement pour qu'on puisse arranger nos blessés à bord, puis sortir d'ici. Si les Asari essayaient de se faire tuer, elle aurait aimé qu'elle réussisse! »

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Voira n'était pas sûre quand elle s'était effondrée. Ou quand elle avait perdu connaissance. Elle était sûre qu'un moment elle tirait dans le corps du Krogan, s'assurant que les organes redondants du bâtard ne l'aidaient pas à se relever, et le lendemain elle était sur le sol Raa criant au-dessus d'elle et RK criant dans son oreille. Voira a essayé de dire à l'IA de la fermer, mais a simplement fini par gémir dans la douleur et la toux (qui n'a apporté que plus de douleur). Elle a pris un souffle, clin d'œil, et a ouvert les yeux pour regarder Raa. Malgré la situation, un sourire cri a traversé le visage d'Asari. "C'est bon Raa, on n'a qu'une côte cassée et un tas d'autres trucs cassés. Ce n'est rien comparé à notre état après notre affrontement avec un assassin de Drell. Le choc est une exagération. On s'est juste fait botter le cul pendant que le Drell nous battait efficacement et nous jetait à travers un panneau de fenêtre et ensuite il s'est déplacé sur sa cible. Heureusement pour nous, nous avons atterri sur une voiture." Avec un sifflement de douleur, le mercenaire s'est plié dans une position assise. Son fusil allait être inutile pendant un moment, elle l'a vu beaucoup en un coup d'œil. Elle l'a retroussé, elle a parlé dans ses communications. "RK, s'il te plaît, ferme-la. Tout va bien, on est en vie. Raa va bien. Dites-nous juste que le vaisseau est prêt à partir pour qu'on puisse amener Raa sur cette foutue chose et s'éloigner de cet enfer." Voira a essayé et n'a pas réussi à se lever, sa force l'a manquée. Elle a cherché n'importe qui qui qui pouvait la porter et permettre à Raa d'être mobile et non en danger, mais a seulement trouvé le Turian sans tact frapper continuellement le corps de la Krogan. Ils sont tous inutiles. Voira soupirait, regardant son amie Quarienne. "Très bien, Raa. Pouvez-vous nous soutenir? Nous ferons le tournage, si nécessaire, mais nous ne pouvons pas vraiment marcher.

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Avatar surveillait les communications de ses alliés, mais ne consacrait qu'un pourcentage négligeable de son pouvoir de traitement à la tâche, mis à part ceux provenant de RK. La sécurité de ses alliés était une grande préoccupation, mais de par sa position actuelle, il n'avait pas la capacité de leur apporter de l'aide au-delà de la portée des sas. La seule action qu'il puisse faire pour améliorer ses chances de survie est de libérer la salle des hostiles le plus rapidement possible. À ce titre, c'est là qu'elle a mis l'accent sur la grande majorité de ses préoccupations. Heureusement, l'ennemi ne pouvait pas se défendre efficacement contre une telle force écrasante. Il n'y avait pas de couverture dans la salle d'une force suffisante pour arrêter les armes montées sur des chasseurs, et entre les deux intercepteurs, ils pouvaient éliminer la majorité des menaces avant d'atteindre les sorties. Certains ont tenté de tirer sur les intercepteurs, mais les mercenaires ne s'étaient pas équipés pour faire face à des cibles blindées à bord d'une station spatiale. En moins de 90 secondes, tous les ennemis de la pièce ont été tués ou grièvement blessés. À ce titre, Avatar a procédé rapidement à l'étape suivante de l'évasion. Il a envoyé deux instructions, l'une au pilote de la navette, et l'autre à RK. Il a dit au pilote de la navette de voler à travers la coque et d'atterrir dans la pièce et d'attendre les autres, tandis que RK était censée garder son intercepteur prêt à faire face à toute menace soudaine qui est entrée dans la pièce. Pendant ce temps, Avatar a détourné son intercepteur de la station pour se défendre contre toute menace extérieure potentielle. La pièce est actuellement dans des paramètres sûrs. Aller rapidement à la navette pour l'évacuation.Avatar a donné des instructions sur le canal de communication partagé du groupe.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Après quelques combats furieux, le Geth et le RK ont réussi à dégager la prochaine salle d'hostilités. Seraph a parlé des comms pour que ses soldats bougent. « Faites d'abord venir les non-combattants et les blessés. Scope, Briar, reste avec moi pour surveiller notre arrière. Nous ne sommes pas encore tous sortis du feu." Donny a baissé son arme et a regardé vers les autres. Eleanore était suffisamment protégé alors que les autres membres de l'équipage de Donny allaient assurer la sécurité des diplomates turcs. En supposant que le cabaliste prenne le dessus, cela a laissé très peu d'autres pour que DOnny veille. Il ne restait plus que Raa et Voria. Donny a jeté un coup d'œil sur le fusil de Voria, qu'elle lui a donné. Il n'était pas vraiment sûr s'il avait eu beaucoup d'effet avec elle, mais il était néanmoins reconnaissant. Voria avait l'air blessée, alors Donny alla à son secours. "Je vais t'aider. On est presque libres à la maison, alors allons-y vite. Et merci pour l'arme." Comme Donny est allé aider Voira, il a remarqué quelque chose. Elle avait sa couverture attachée au-dessus de son épaule comme un garrot! Il s'est senti un peu offensé, mais ce n'était pas important en ce moment. Peut-être qu'il pourrait plaisanter plus tard, quand la menace de se faire tirer à nouveau n'était pas sur leur tête. "Combien êtes-vous blessés? Je ferai de mon mieux pour vous obtenir tous les soins médicaux que nous pouvons offrir une fois sur la navette."

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Raa ne pouvait que regarder Voira, ses yeux remplis de larmes alors qu'elle tournait enfin son amie. Elle s'attendait au pire. Sa peur semblait planter la pensée dans son esprit et ne lâchait pas complètement, son expression éclairait un sourire faible à l'Asari abattu. Ses oreilles attrapèrent les gémissements qui suffisaient à prouver que son amie était vivante et souligna ses soucis. Son souffle s'exhalait lentement tandis qu'elle ignorait les battements dans ses genoux, ses mains se rétractaient vers ses cuisses où elles se reposaient. Quand Voira a fait un petit sourire rassurant, les propres lèvres de Raa ont essayé de faire un humble imitateur du geste. Ses mains se levèrent et s'arrêtèrent gentiment, prêts à aider, tandis que Voira se leva en position assise. Les Asari se penchèrent la tête dans ses communications puis parlèrent pour écraser RK, voulant être informé lorsque le navire était prêt. En fin de compte, Voira a essayé de se tenir debout seulement pour échouer alors qu'elle s'écroulait sur son cul. Le Turian, celui qui les avait presque fait tirer dessus avec le civil, a battu le cadavre qui avait été le Krogan. Son cœur ressentait de la pitié pour le Turian, bien qu'elle ne pouvait que deviner la cause et savait qu'essayer de l'arrêter allait seulement finir par la blesser. Échangant son anxiété, Raa's se tourna vers Voira quand elle fit sa demande d'aide. En l'absorbant un moment, Raa a pris plusieurs secondes pour réagir alors qu'elle s'inclinait. Elle venait juste de se pencher sur Voira et de l'aider à se mettre aux pieds avant qu'elle ne remarque Donny arriver. Sa figure traînant vers eux la poussant à cesser, abaissant son amie vers le sol. Raa l'écouta remercier Voira pour l'arme alors que le Quarien reculait et permettait à l'homme de s'occuper des Asari. Elle ne connaissait pas les premiers soins après tout et alors qu'elle sentait qu'elle pouvait faire quelque chose, en réalité, elle ne voulait pas aggraver quoi que ce soit. La voix d'Avatar est venue sur les communications, ce qui lui a fait prêter attention à la demande des Geth. Sa main s'est arrêtée sur le bouton puis a répondu. Nous arrivons, Donny s'arrange vers le haut de Voira. Donnez-nous une seconde que nous devons préparer. Elle tapota Voira sur l'épaule puis se tourna vers le Turian qui frappait encore dans le cadavre jusqu'à ce qu'il fût épuisé, son corps se levant droit sur ses pieds. Curieusement, elle s'approcha du Turian, les mains pliées devant elle et se tint là à le regarder dans l'inquiétude. Elle voulait m'aider. Il était visible sur ses traits, ainsi que la peur, qu'elle a pensé à deux fois à s'approcher de lui. S'il vous plaît, nous devons monter sur le vaisseau. Il est mort... il est parti. Vous m'entendez? Raa s'est rapprochée en espérant que sa voix atteindrait le Turian, qui était encore en état de choc sur ce qu'elle supposait être l'expérience. S'il vous plaît, vous devez vous en sortir ou vous allez vous blesser.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Il n'est pas mort. Il n'est pas mort. Il n'est pas mort. Tacticus a continué à frapper la pâte maintenant qui était autrefois un Krogan de plus en plus dans la cloison. Le mieux qu'il pouvait imaginer ses mains avait fait quelques bosselures dans le sol car il y avait très peu de résistance à ses coups maintenant. Même l'ancien corps de Krogan ne servait qu'à ralentir son agression. Bien que sa voix ait depuis longtemps enroulé en criant, il gérait encore des grognements alors qu'il continuait à faire tomber ses poings biotiquement augmentés. Il était complètement couvert dans le sang du Krogan et pouvait sentir le nouveau sang arriver pour trouver une place sur son visage commençant à refroidir. Numso n'était pas mort, il n'y avait aucun moyen. Quand il est revenu, il aurait tout à fait raison? C'était toujours celui qui avait des appels rapprochés, mais ils ont toujours ri, c'était comme ça, n'est-ce pas? Il pouvait sentir ses poings commencer à devenir lourd de l'effort extrême de ses bras. Son corps commençait à se fatiguer car il avait épuisé ses talents biotiques si complètement qu'il pouvait sentir ses yeux vouloir fermer et son corps tomber dans la pâte qu'il avait créée. Quand le Quarien lui a parlé, il n'a pas entendu les mots, mais il savait qu'on lui disait quelque chose. Il s'est arrêté un moment de sa tâche pour regarder les femmes avec un regard sauvage dans ses yeux. Il a grandi plus profondément qu'il ne le pensait possible chez elle car il pouvait sentir son corps commencer à aspirer l'oxygène plus rapidement que cela ne devrait l'être. Tandis qu'il exhalait avec la mâchoire tendue et les mandibules de bas grognements continuèrent à aspirer de sa gorge sur elle. Il n'y avait rien dans ses yeux qui montrait une sorte de pensée rationnelle avant qu'il s'effondre dans le désordre qu'il avait créé et posé immobile pendant un moment les yeux en regardant la moitié du corps détruit à la moitié du mur. Cactus ne pouvait pas penser du tout, son esprit continuait juste de retourner à ses amis soufflé le crâne ouvert jonchant le sol. Tacticus a senti une main saisir son bras près de l'épaule et essayer de le relever mais il l'a immédiatement brossé. Il a réussi à s'accrocher à la cloison sanglante et glissante pour se pousser sur ses genoux. Pendant un moment, il a laissé sa mâchoire se détacher et il s'est penché sur ses haunches pendant un moment avec une expression morte sur son visage. Pour une raison quelconque, il a commencé à ressentir une sorte de paix, comme si quelque chose avait décidé que son châtiment était complet. Ses oreilles sonnent, il s'empare du sol et, sans regarder vers le haut, il descend pour ramasser son fusil déposé. Quand ses yeux sont revenus, il a été rencontré avec le regard sévère de Sura. Il s'évita rapidement les yeux et regarda solennellement dans le couloir où Numso n'était pas mort. Il a réussi à étouffer une phrase qui a essayé de masquer sa douleur avec au moins un peu de contrôle. "Je... tu as raison." Il s'est arrêté un moment et a avalé fort. "Nous devrions y aller... je suis désolé. Je n'aurais pas dû... » Sa pensée s'enfuit et il évita le contact visuel jusqu'à ce qu'il ne sente plus le regard de son équipe et des étrangers sur lui. Il a levé les yeux alors qu'il entrait dans la zone où ils avaient été agressés pour prendre le contrôle et a vu les corps qui jonchaient la pièce. Il ne pensait qu'à lui-même qu'il en valait la peine? Ça aurait dû être lui, pourquoi pas lui? Alors qu'il marchait à bord de la navette, il a évité d'avoir un contact visuel avec le Geth effondré sur le sol, et bien, autant qu'un récepteur optique Geth qui ressemblait presque à ce qu'il était hors pourrait être de toute façon. Il s'est rendu à l'arrière de la navette en embrayant encore son fusil volé, ici il a trouvé un siège et s'est attaché à la chaise. Il a regrippé le fusil dans ses mains et a regardé à blanc sur le sol pendant qu'il essayait de ne pas sentir le sang dans lequel il était couvert.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Avatar a maintenu une distance de moins de cinq cents mètres de la station dans l'intercepteur pour minimiser le risque de détection de tout autre navire. Il ne pouvait détecter aucun navire se dirigeant vers sa position, mais il n'avait pas accès à des capteurs qui pouvaient suivre avec précision les mouvements des navires de l'autre côté de la station. Comme la station était entre elle-même et la flotte alliée, elle ne pouvait pas aussi les détecter, à elle était encore trop proche de la station pour être au-delà des communications brouillant l'ennemi avait exécuté. Il ne serait pas en mesure d'avertir les forces alliées de l'attaque tant que la navette n'aurait pas complètement quitté la station. Après qu'Avatar eut envoyé un message aux autres, la plupart d'entre eux se rendirent rapidement à la navette. Les non-combattants ont d'abord été escortés à la sécurité par plusieurs soldats humains. La plate-forme d'Avatar était pour la plupart désactivée dans la navette, mais il y avait encore quelques capteurs qui balayaient passivement la zone qui l'entourait, donc il y avait un compte du nombre d'alliés qui étaient arrivés à la navette. Il ne savait pas exactement pourquoi, mais tous n'étaient pas encore arrivés, et il y avait eu suffisamment de retard pour justifier une préoccupation. Une fois de plus, Avatar a envoyé un message sur le canal de communication de l'équipe. « Ma plate-forme a détecté que toutes les forces alliées n'ont pas atteint la navette. Il y a 76% de chances que des renforts ennemis arrivent aux sas dans les soixante secondes; avez-vous besoin d'aide." C'est ce qu'il m'a demandé.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira s'est moquée de l'humain. "Voyons. Nous avons un poumon meurtri, une côte cassée, une côte cassée, une main de fusillade, une épaule de fusillade, nous toussons du sang, et nous avons une perte de sang que nous pensons. Tout au long d'un jour de travail d'être soudainement embusqué et de se battre pour nos vies dans un navire où nous étions censés être les bienvenus. Si nous avons manqué quelque chose, c'est parce qu'ils sont si petites blessures qu'ils ne valent même pas la peine d'être mentionnés." La tête de Voira s'est cassée pour voir Raa, la fille stupide, s'approchant du Turian et essayant de le calmer. Dans une seconde, Voira avait encore son pistolet levé et visait clairement berserk cabaliste. "Raa! Il s'en sortira ou l'un de ses coéquipiers s'en sortira. Éloignez-vous de lui." Plus discrètement, elle a parlé à l'homme qui la portait. "Si ce salaud la regarde mal, on lui met une balle dans la tête." Heureusement pour toutes les parties impliquées, quelqu'un l'a retenu avant que Raa fasse quelque chose de stupide et elle a dû commencer à tirer. Quelque chose lui a dit que le reste de la Cabale n'aurait pas apprécié ça. "On t'a ici, espèce d'ordure de pleurnicheur! Laisse-nous tranquilles!" Voira fit un geste impitoyable à Raa, soupirant en soulagement lorsque la Quarienne obéit et se dirigea vers la navette. "Quand on sera à bord, on boira autant de Ryncol qu'il nous reste, on s'évanouira, et on gérera toute cette merde quand on se réveillera. Bon plan? Bon plan."

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

Le pilote de la navette a attendu la confirmation finale que tout le monde était monté avant de fermer la porte et de décoller à travers la coque. Leur destination était le croiseur Turian Intrepid, qui servait de vaisseau de la flotte alliée. Alors que la navette décollait de la station, les intercepteurs d'Avatar et de RKS volaient en formation le long de celle-ci pour se protéger. S'ils étaient engagés par des combattants hostiles, alors les intercepteurs seraient en mesure de défendre la navette sans égard à leur propre sécurité, car il s'agissait en fin de compte de matériel durable. Avatar et RK seraient en mesure de recharger rapidement la navette si leur nouveau matériel subissait de graves dommages. Le trio de navires tournait de l'autre côté de la station afin de se mettre sur un cap pour la flotte alliée, mais comme il est venu en vue, l'équipe a appris tout à la fois sur la bataille qui avait fait rage à l'extérieur de la station. La flotte alliée, qui se composait principalement de navires de transport non armés ou légèrement armés escortés par le croiseur et quelques frégates, avait été presque détruite. À sa place se trouvait une flotte de navires non uniformes, mais organisés de différentes classes jusqu'aux frégates. Une première analyse visuelle des débris, croisée avec le catalogue stocké qu'Avatar possédait des navires participant à cette mission, a révélé que la flotte alliée avait été beaucoup plus nombreuse. Au minimum, l'ennemi possédait le triple du nombre de navires, bien que d'après la répartition des débris, la flotte ennemie avait subi de lourdes pertes. Plus de 66% de la flotte ennemie avait été détruite. Cependant, toute la flotte alliée a été soit détruite, soit portée disparue au combat. Plus particulièrement, Avatar ne pouvait pas détecter le croiseur lui-même, ni son épave. Je recommande de se détourner vers la colonie alliée sur la planète. Malgré le choc de voir leur flotte en ruines, le pilote s'est rapidement conformé. Il faudrait quelques minutes pour atteindre la surface de la planète, et pour le moment, ceux à bord de la navette pouvaient voir à travers les fenêtres le terrible carnage qui restait après la bataille. La plupart des navires détruits avaient été des navires de transport non armés.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

RK L'arme de Volair n'était pas la seule menace entraînée sur Tacticus. Peu d'individus dans le champ de bataille du navire après l'avoir remarqué, mais l'arme de RK avait déplacé et pointé dans la direction du couloir où le Krogan était allé au moment où RK a remarqué sa direction. Elle avait terminé ses objectifs, ce qui la rendait trop tard pour ajuster son objectif, et maintenant elle venait de se garer dans la direction. Apparemment inactif. Ce fait n'était pas tout à fait vrai, comme Avatar le remarquerait sur ses lectures, tandis que RK retenait son souffle pendant la conversation sur les communications. Elle n'avait pas permis à Raa ou à Volair de s'arrêter complètement, lui permettant d'écouter sur les lieux. Tacticus traversait clairement les étapes du chagrin, chose dont personne n'avait besoin. En fait, elle l'a surpris un peu de le voir prendre la perte de son ami si dur et elle a déplacé à travers la collecte de données sur Nasyrius Revex. Le Turian était aussi une Cabale, bien qu'une ancienne après la perte de ses jambes, ce qui expliquait au moins le facteur d'attachement. Cependant, Cabal a été entraîné en tant que soldats malgré leur distance du travail intérieur de l'armée turienne, la perte étant un facteur qu'ils ont été formés pour faire face et surmonter si l'expérience surgit. Alors, RK s'est demandé, pourquoi Tacticus s'est-il effondré si rapidement? La seule explication qu'elle pouvait conclure était parce que cette mort était le premier pinceau du Turian avec la mort. Elle a rappelé, sur la recherche sur la Cabale, que Nasyrius n'a jamais pris sa première perte trop bien comme la plupart des Turiens. Bien qu'elle puisse maintenant comprendre, RK n'a pas la capacité de sympathiser. Principalement parce qu'ils étaient au milieu d'un navire hostile et avec l'ennemi sur le point de se refermer dans leur position, ce n'est pas le moment d'avoir une rupture mentale et de se diriger vers les cinq étapes du chagrin. Après tout, il n'était pas le premier extraterrestre à en faire l'expérience. RK avait vu à la fois son créateur et Noami'lie glisser dans une longue phase de dépression, Pai'Seef incapable de s'éloigner du travail pour manger encore moins dormir pendant des mois sans ses rappels. C'était encore pire quand Devyrn est mort et pour un moment terrible, les calculs de RK de sa survie étaient à leur plus bas. Ça l'a rendue malheureuse. Logiquement, la rage était souvent la première étape à apparaître. Surtout dans la chaleur du combat puisqu'il était plus facile de se taper pendant le moment et il a souvent été suivi par les autres, frappant l'individu à leur plus faible. L'acceptation était toujours la plus dure et généralement la dernière étape à atteindre depuis affligé devait enfin faire face à ce qui s'est passé et le reconnaître, la guérison étant plus tourmentant émotionnellement que le déni lui-même. Ça lui a fait plaisir qu'elle n'était pas organique. Tant de drame, elle pensait d'un ton acide. Ses données tendues alors qu'elle écoutait impitoyablement les comms, son inquiétude a augmenté sur ce que Raa était susceptible de faire et ses connaissances prouvées exactes à partir des paroles de Voira. Les mots de l'Asari avertissent Raa de revenir avant qu'elle ne soit blessée. S'il touchait Raa, RK finirait sa vie dès qu'elle aura une chance. Le navire était assez facile pour créer de petits espaces et isoler Turian assez longtemps pour l'éjecter dans l'espace s'il prouvait une menace pour Raa. Et contrairement aux bios, RK a eu peu de problèmes à jeter les ordures si elle est descendue à elle. Bien que son inquiétude se soit transformée en soulagement lorsque Raa a obéi à Voira et a fait son chemin timidement dans la navette, ses capteurs ont décidé de garder un œil sur Tacticus. Elle ne faisait pas confiance à la Cabale, malgré l'aide qu'ils avaient apportée, pour garder leur ami sous contrôle. Une chose à son sujet, elle ne faisait confiance ni aux humains ni aux Turiens pour garder leur propre ligne et elle était prête à mettre à terre tous les ennemis inattendus pour garder sa propre sécurité. Même au risque que Raa ne lui pardonne jamais. Ils sont partis sans autre incident. Son intercepteur planant facilement dans l'espace noir et bourdonnant comme un chaton, ses yeux pelaient pour des ennuis. Quand ils sont arrivés à destination, une surprise non désirée les attendait. Un cimetière de navires, ou plutôt des pièces de navires, flottant parmi le vaste vide et grattant contre les barrières enrobant leur navire à l'extérieur. L'énergie bleue bourdonnait en protestation mais RK l'ignorait. Ses scanners cherchent déjà des réponses dans la zone et téléchargent les données à Avatar pour sa propre analyse. Après avoir rappelé l'état émotionnel de Raa, RK a ouvert sa comm pour donner à Voira l'avance. Je veux tenir Raa et l'empêcher de regarder par la fenêtre, elle n'appréciera pas la vue. Tout le groupe turc a été anéanti. Rhénanie-du-Prince-Édouard Raa a gelé en place. Sa figure s'arrêtant brusquement dans ses mouvements et ses yeux s'élargissant en état de choc, ses oreilles attrapent les petits grognements de Tacticus et ses mandibules qui montrent son stress s'élevant plus haut à son offre. La peur a couru ses griffes froides dans son dos, faisant trembler sa colonne vertébrale pendant qu'elle s'étendait à travers son squelette rigide. Elle a essayé de bouger ses membres, d'atteindre lentement son arme, et de la saisir pour la protéger plus il semblait que le Turian était sur le point de l'attaquer. Enfin, son pied a pris un pas instinctif en arrière pour augmenter la distance. Ses yeux purples étaient remplis d'inquiétude et de pitié, son impuissance se lavant sur elle. Un clic fort, suivi de l'avertissement de Voira l'a écartée de son état effrayant. La tête de Raa s'est branlée à son amie et sa mâchoire s'est rapidement serrée dans la terreur. L'Asari tenait une arme et la pointait dans la direction de Tacticus, les yeux de la femme bleue durcissaient en avertissement. C'était un tel regard que Raa doutait que son allié hésiterait à l'abattre. Ce n'était pas quelque chose qui était acceptable puisqu'ils étaient supposés travailler ensemble, pas se battre entre eux. Elle était sur le point de faire quelque chose quand Tacticus a été approché par son commandant. Incapable d'obtenir sa gorge pour travailler correctement, le quarien s'y tenait simplement en silence et le regardait parler à son ami décédé. Son cœur a souffert dans le désir de l'aider pendant cette période difficile, mais son expérience dans le chagrin manquait beaucoup grâce à l'effort de ceux qui l'entouraient. Elle avait eu la chance de voir le meilleur du monde plutôt que son pire, ses yeux à l'abri des horreurs qu'ils étaient susceptibles d'affronter. En entendant les ordres de Voira, elle sentit la tension quitter son corps et se mit à se diriger vers le navire. Les humains, qui lui paraissaient les plus nerveux à cause de leur rencontre avec le Turian ou de leur situation, ont commencé à conduire tout le monde rapidement dans la navette. Elle a trouvé un petit coin de rue où elle s'est installée. Ses bras la retenaient serrée alors qu'elle se plie contre le siège en métal froid et sentait les immuno-boosters s'épuiser. Elle toussait légèrement et regardait simplement le passage des corps entrer dans la navette. Chaque nouvelle personne a rempli l'espace comme elle a essayé de se rendre le plus petit possible, donnant à tout le monde assez de place pour s'intégrer à bord. Raa avait gardé le silence pendant le voyage, son corps tira droit et les yeux étudiant l'extérieur du navire quand la voix de RK interrompit ses pensées. Bien qu'elle ait à peine écouté le son, la laisser devenir un bruit de fond. Elle avait réfléchi sur la scène qui s'était produite pendant la gare et soulagé qu'elle fût enfin finie. Ils se dirigeaient vers la sécurité, ce qui signifiait qu'ils se sépareraient à nouveau. Quelque chose qui a attiré un léger soupçon de culpabilité qui s'est glissé dans sa conscience. Est-ce que le Turian va bien? Twisted metal et coque mélangée flottaient par sa fenêtre, ses yeux s'élargissaient alors que la pensée glissa au-delà de son focus vers un nouveau sujet plus morbide. Elle cligne des yeux, interrogeant la raison pour laquelle il y aurait de la ferraille jusqu'à ce qu'elle en arrive à l'origine. Elle a gâché, sa main s'est branlée dans un gâchis. C'est pas vrai! Le groupe qu'ils devaient rencontrer plus tard n'était plus qu'une énorme tombe, leurs cadavres restant parmi les restes du navire. Son imagination a naturellement rempli le blanc et manque de détails la faisant semer dans les bras de Voira, son visage enterré dans l'épaule d'asari. Elle avait oublié l'état de Voira pour purifier son esprit de ces images indésirables.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Tout le monde a pris la navette et est parti. Donny voulait qu'il puisse dire que les choses s'améliorent à partir de là, mais à ce stade Donny n'était pas sûr de ce qui allait se passer maintenant. Ils n'étaient même pas en sécurité; leur sortie a sûrement alerté les autres sur la station spatiale de leur évasion. Bien qu'ils aient une escorte, il se peut qu'il y ait encore plus d'embarcations de chasse qui viennent d'être lancées. Même s'ils s'en échappent, où iraient-ils? Il n'y a pas de croiseur à proximité pour qu'ils s'y amarrent. La Charlotte était loin pour de simples communications de transport à atteindre, s'ils peuvent même communiquer hors d'ici. Et si les choses n'étaient pas assez mauvaises, les tensions entre le cabliste turc et les humains grandissaient. Donny peut dire honnêtement qu'il ne les aime pas, et qu'il n'aurait pas à interagir avec eux plus loin. Mais pour ainsi dire, ils étaient alliés parce que tout le reste pourrait essayer de les tuer. Mais entre le stress de perdre des soldats, le chef cabaliste menaçant l'exécution immédiate pour insubordination perçue, et peut-être la xénophobie des deux côtés, ces alliés pourraient finir par essayer de se tuer les uns les autres. C'était trop pour Donny. Ce n'était pas quelque chose qu'il avait appris à gérer. Il pourrait sauver des otages, garder la tête dans une fusillade, enfer il pourrait administrer les premiers secours. Mais ça? C'était hors de sa ligue. Il devait gérer quelque chose dans ses capacités. Alors debout, Donny est allé chercher le matériel médical du navire. Alors que Donny et les autres humains étaient relativement bien, il pensait que les autres pourraient être blessés. Quelques-uns l'ont regardé, se demandant ce qu'il faisait. Comme Donny a vérifié leurs provisions, il a également remarqué qu'ils avaient du chocolat. Et beaucoup aussi, au moins dix barres. Certains sont venus dans un autre paquet, mais il a dit chocolat néanmoins. Si son équipe avait besoin d'un rappel moral, il a attrapé un peu de ce chocolat et est retourné chez son peuple. Sans aucun doute, il leur a montré ce qu'il a trouvé, en obtenant quelques sourires. Il a évanoui les barres de chocolat à ses coéquipiers quand Seraph l'a arrêté. "On ne peut pas manger ça." Elle tenait une barre de chocolat avec une écriture étrange dessus. C'était peut-être japonais? "C'est du chocolat Dextro-amino. Je... n'entrerai pas dans les détails, mais c'est essentiellement pour les Turians et autres." En regardant le chocolat, Donny regarda entre lui et les cabalistes. Comme s'il lisait son esprit, Seraph parlait tranquillement. "Je ne veux pas en faire des ennemis non plus, Donny. Nous avons assez de problèmes. Je ne t'arrêterai pas, mais ne te pousse pas. S'ils disent non, va-t'en." Eh bien, c'était plus ou moins l'approbation de son supérieur, donc après avoir remis le chocolat humain, Donny est allé au cabaliste avec quelques barres de dextro-chocolat. Il s'est dit qu'il allait d'abord voir le chef, sans savoir comment il devrait s'approcher. "Ah... nous avons du chocolat. Dextro-amino chocolat... Si tu le veux. Je vais vous laisser ici pour que vous décidiez... » En laissant la plupart du chocolat pour le chef cabaliste, Donny a également décidé de vérifier Voria et Raa. S'il s'en souvient correctement, les Quariens partagent aussi un régime similaire à celui des Turiens. Ou peut-être mal, bien sûr, mais mieux vaut être sûr que désolé, n'est-ce pas? Mais quand Donny est allée voir Raa, elle avait l'air d'être dans une mauvaise passe. Voria n'était pas en forme non plus. Donny sentait l'intrusion les déranger, mais en même temps il ne pouvait pas rester là et ne rien faire. Alors il s'est approché, chocolat en main. "Voria, Raa. Vous avez besoin de quelque chose? Nous avons un surplus d'omnigel sur le vaisseau, et je pense que des amplificateurs d'immuno quelque part... J'ai aussi du chocolat, si c'est ton truc."

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Tacticus s'assit à l'arrière de la navette près de ses coéquipiers tout simplement regardant dans le sol sans expression et immobile. Sura avait décidé qu'il valait mieux donner à l'enfant un peu de temps pour traiter lui-même la mort de ses meilleurs amis. En plus, elle avait des brûlures de balles sur les bras qu'elle avait besoin de porter. Solares a cependant décidé de passer à la fenêtre et de regarder vers la station. C'est ainsi qu'il est le premier parmi les Turiens à voir le carnage. "Par les esprits, ils l'ont fait sauter! Ils ont fait sauter le croiseur!? C'est le jeu sur l'homme, le jeu sur-." "Répondez à Solares." Sura a dit de se lever derrière lui et de mettre sa main sur son épaule pour le calmer. Elle regarda attentivement par la fenêtre pendant quelques instants à l'épave. "Je ne vois les Intrépides nulle part dans ce désordre. Elle est peut-être sortie, ce qui veut dire qu'on n'est pas encore morts. Je soupçonne également qu'une flotte sera organisée dans quelques jours lorsque la Hiérarchie réalisera qu'il n'y a pas de réponse de leurs troupes. Une semaine peut-être avant qu'ils envoient une frégate de reconnaissance à travers le relais, en supposant que la vidéo d'exécution n'a pas déjà frappé leurs bureaux." Sura a saisi une main dans le plafond et a regardé en arrière ses troupes, dont la plupart appliquaient medi-gel à eux-mêmes pour des brûlures mineures et au moins deux trous de balles. "Nous devrions probablement prendre la tête du côté de la planète et voir si nous pouvons obtenir une liaison ascendante assez forte pour diffuser au système, voir si nous ne pouvons pas entrer en contact avec nos garçons." Elle s'est tournée vers le cockpit pour dire au pilote que le navire s'est déplacé et a commencé à se diriger vers le monde avant même de pouvoir leur dire. Espérons que les humains avaient la même idée à ce stade, mais sachant qu'ils pourraient juste aller à terre dès qu'ils ont touché la terre. Sura a décidé d'évacuer cette idée jusqu'à ce qu'ils descendent sur la planète, cependant, pas besoin de commencer une dispute dans un tube planant à travers le vide de l'espace. Sura a décidé de faire en sorte qu'elle descende la ligne de ses cabalistes en s'assurant qu'ils étaient tous bons à partir une fois qu'ils sont sortis de la navette. Heureusement, il s'est avéré que Tacticus était à la fin du groupe. Il regardait juste le sol sans bouger du tout comme s'il était en état de choc. Elle oubliait parfois que tout le monde dans l'équipe n'avait pas vu le combat avant. Le regard vide mort n'était pas quelque chose qu'elle ne connaissait pas. C'était une réponse commune à voir la tête de votre ami s'évanouir. Toujours penchée sur le plafond mais debout devant Tacticus, elle a dit : "Hey Cactus, tu es mort ou tu es en vie?" Tacticus n'a pas bougé du tout, alors elle s'est emparée de son épaule et l'a un peu secoué. "Hé, tu n'as pas à vérifier le soldat." Tacticus sauta un peu en regardant vers la main qui s'était emparée de son épaule. Ses yeux ont pris un moment pour se concentrer sur Sura avant qu'il ne soit capable de stammer "Oui... bon monsieur, je vais bien, monsieur." Tacticus s'est rendu compte qu'il avait fait une zone en pensant à Numso pendant une minute là-bas. Il a clignoté les yeux pour obtenir le sang séché de ses paupières rapidement avant de déplacer sa main encore mouillée vers ses yeux pour essayer de les nettoyer. Il a fini par se couvrir le visage dans plus de sang krogan et a juste choisi d'arrêter d'essayer car il ne faisait qu'empirer. "Est-ce qu'on retourne à la flotte?" Sura s'est tout simplement ébranlée la tête non. "La planète alors, n'est-ce pas? Peut-être que les... locaux sont toujours prêts à aider? » Sura a enlevé sa main de son épaule du bras et lui a répondu. "Nous travaillerons là-dessus une fois que nous aurons côté planète, ne vous inquiétez pas à ce sujet. Renseignez-vous, Numso a incarné l'esprit qu'il va bien maintenant. Mais nous devons quand même sortir de cette situation, être prêts à bouger une fois que nous aurons atteint la terre ferme. » Sura frappe Tacticus sur l'épaule avec le fond de son poing légèrement et se retourne pour être accueilli par l'Homme qui les avait presque tous tués plus tôt. Sura accepta le chocolat de sa part et hésita un moment sur ce qu'il fallait dire. "Merci à l'Homme." Elle l'a rapidement divisée uniformément entre ses troupes et en a même donné quelques-uns à leur diplomate. Elle pensait que c'était peut-être les derniers bonbons qu'aucun d'entre eux a vus pendant un moment, autant les apprécier. Tacticus reçut le chocolat et pour lui enlever l'esprit de la mort qu'il venait d'assister, il versa toute sa concentration dans l'ouverture des bonbons soigneusement et délibérément. Il s'est même occupé de le briser le long des lignes. Il l'a passé dans sa bouche après ses mandibules et a travaillé avec son rasoir tranchant briser les bonbons. Il n'y penserait pas pour l'instant, mais Sura avait raison, il était vivant, au moins pour les prochaines minutes. Il pourrait se plaindre plus tard, il y avait encore un travail à faire. Il s'assit debout sur le banc et frappa Tuvea sur le côté de son bras avec le dos de sa main. "Depuis combien de temps pensez-vous que ce truc est assis ici?" Cactus a essayé de dire avec une tonalité plus légère. Tuvea a rapidement répondu "Je ne pense pas que je veux savoir." C'est un demi-poussoir de tous les deux.

Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.

Rhénanie-du-Prince-Édouard Le visage de Raa est enterré dans la peau asarie, plus lisse et grimace. Elle a été couverte de sang, de saleté, et pire depuis leur dernier combat. La femme qui s'efforçait de souffler contre Raa's plus de poids alors qu'elle se tenait près d'elle, essayant de réconforter la Quarienne qui s'écroule. Ses paupières se sont serrées pendant qu'elle a mordu les sanglots dans sa gorge, son cœur grandissant de chagrin et de peur. Il a essayé de ramper dans sa cornemuse, de ne pas se soucier de ses propres désirs, et de s'échapper à travers ses lèvres dans des whimpers étouffés qu'elle a mordu en arrière. Les larmes avaient commencé à se frotter les joues où elles ont amorti la chair tonique pourpre, son corps secoué avec la preuve indéniable qu'ils ne pourraient pas échapper à ce cauchemar après tout. Elle n'était pas aussi forte que Voira. Elle ne l'a jamais été et a su au fond, qu'elle détestait même. Il était douloureux de reconnaître qu'elle était un fardeau, un faible, sans compétences combatives ou des traits susceptibles d'être utilisés dans des combats d'armes extrêmes et des situations de vie ou de mort. Si quelque chose qu'elle a failli faire tuer ses amis plusieurs fois encore, Voira met toujours sa vie en jeu pour elle. Plus de négatif a été effacé quand Raa a repéré le mouvement hors de sa vision périphérique. Elle s'inclina et leva la tête, notant que l'homme tenait une barre de chocolat. Elle clignait, la main levée pour essuyer l'humidité, puis son visage se fendait dans un sourire plus chaud. Merci, et Voira a besoin de soins médicaux. Pouvez-vous apporter le kit de premiers soins ou demander au médecin Turian de la regarder. Sa main levée pour vérifier la température d'Asari, puis la fréquence cardiaque à son poignet. Quant à moi, apportez des couvertures, du liquide et montrez-moi un endroit où je peux m'allonger pour attendre ça. Mieux vaut se préparer à s'adapter à un autre endroit plutôt que de sucer tous nos fournitures médicales juste pour continuer à courir. Après une brève vérification de Voira, elle lève la main pour prendre le chocolat et se déplace pour ajuster son front. Ses doigts ont lentement démêlé l'étain, l'arôme remplissant son nez exposé. Immédiatement, son père lui a rappelé une histoire sur son peuple alors que son système immunitaire était si dangereusement faible, même l'action qu'elle se livrait à la mort. C'est grâce au Geth que sa génération a eu le luxe de se promener autour d'une planète sans se limiter à leurs costumes tout le temps. Avant que Raa n'en prenne un peu, elle continuait à parler. C'est drôle, vraiment. Penser ce que je fais actuellement, avec mon casque éteint et détruit, aurait été fatal pour les Quariens comme ma génération de grand-père Pai. Si nous n'avions pas évolué depuis les guerres Reaper, alors je serais pire que juste malade en ce moment. Et aucune quantité d'immuno-boosters ne pourrait me sauver, assez chanceux, euh? Elle a cassé un petit morceau, manquant la ligne de division et a plutôt fêlé un déchiqueté sur une autre petite section. Il l'a rendu beaucoup mieux que la proportion conçue était supposée être mais elle ne s'en souciait pas. Elle l'a facilement sauté dans sa bouche puis aspiré sur la faveur riche. Poussant à son chevet, elle continua aussi poliment qu'elle le pouvait sans montrer sa nourriture. Au moins les tensions sont mortes. Avec n'importe quelle chance, et l'espoir, nous arriverons sur la planète et serons de retour à nos vies normales. A travers elle, c'est effrayant de voir les dégâts causés et les pertes en vies humaines. En évoquant la mort, son corps se pencha vers l'avant pour espionner Tacticus se concentrant sur le déballage de son propre chocolat. Ses yeux criblés, ses mandibules se mêlent de petits mouvements, et ses doigts se grattent sur la feuille fragile. Lorsqu'il a finalement commencé à mordre dessus, son bec l'a brisé, il s'est déplacé vers un autre banc de cabales puis lui a filé le bras pour son attention. Grâce à Raa n'a pas pu entendre la conversation, c'était une belle sensation qui la remplissait de voir le Turian qui était si énervé et en colère en essayant de guérir.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

Nourrir sa tête Donny regardait vers les autres. La liste de taxis semblait parler de leur prochain plan, mais regarder son propre peuple Donny pouvait voir qu'ils arrangeaient leurs blessures et vérifiaient leurs armes. Ils n'étaient pas encore sortis du feu. Sachant que le vaisseau du Turian avait été détruit, ou quelque chose du genre, et que la Charlotte était partie depuis longtemps, Donny savait qu'ils devaient aller du côté de la planète. Il n'y avait pas beaucoup d'autre choix; cette navette n'allait pas jusqu'au point le plus proche de Mass Rely avant d'être trouvée, et ils manquaient de fournitures pour le faire aussi loin de toute façon. Humoureusement, Donny s'est demandé s'il était coincé ici avec tout le monde, combien de temps cela prendrait avant qu'ils n'aient tous à recourir au cannibalisme. Mais l'humour de cette pensée a vite été noyé par l'idée qu'il est plus probable que les tensions entre les cabalistes et les humains deviennent violentes bien avant que n'importe lequel d'entre eux commence à mourir de faim. En ébranlant ces pensées, Donny a décidé de se concentrer sur des préoccupations plus immédiates. Raa voulait que quelqu'un vérifie Voria. Elle n'avait pas l'air trop sexy, même pour un Asari. Soit un medkit, soit pour l'un des Turiens, mais Donny ne voulait pas imposer au cabaliste plus qu'il ne le devait. Ils avaient des trousses de médicaments, donc ce n'était pas un problème. Obtenir des couvertures à Raa ne devrait pas être trop dur non plus, même si ce n'était pas une embarcation de luxe. Les couvertures thermiques et les chaises étaient tout ce qu'il pouvait offrir comme literie. Au moins, ils avaient beaucoup des deux. Quant aux fluides, une fois de plus Donny était incertain. C'était une navette humaine, et alors que presque tous leurs approvisionnements étaient à la hauteur des normes de l'Alliance, Donny n'était pas sûr s'ils voulaient dire standard pour les humains ou pour tous les extraterrestres. Juste pour être en sécurité, il demanderait à Seraph à ce sujet. Avant qu'il parte pour avoir les choses que Raa commence à se mêler. Il y a quelques générations, avoir son casque comme maintenant serait fatal pour elle; Donny suppose même faire quelque chose d'aussi simple que manger du chocolat serait jouer avec la mort. Si ce n'était pas pour le geth et leur partenariat, les choses auraient changé pour elle. Donny se demandait si elle essayait de lui dire quelque chose ou si elle délirait. Honnêtement, Donny ne fonctionnait pas avec un jeu de cartes complet non plus. Il était... Mécanique, en action et état d'esprit. Il ne pensait pas très fort aux dangers, aux morts, aux choses qu'ils auraient à faire à l'avenir. Il ne pensait qu'à l'étape suivante. Il ne blâmerait pas Raa pour son état d'esprit actuel; au moins elle était assez lucide pour savoir quoi reculer. Si Donny avait reçu l'ordre d'ouvrir le feu, il aurait peut-être déjà appuyé sur la gâchette avant de commencer à se demander à quoi il devait tirer. Donny est allé chercher les trousses de médicaments dans les armoires. "Bien pour les lacérations, les perforations et l'incinération légère." Donny s'est bourdonné. Espérons que Voria n'a pas été trop blessée, parce qu'à court de la remplir d'omnigel c'était le meilleur qu'ils aient eu. Pendant qu'il était là, il a aussi pris quelques couvertures militaires. Ils étaient faits d'une épaisse laine synesthésique, très polyvalente. Ils pourraient étouffer un feu, retenir la chaleur, être utilisés pour détourner / recueillir l'eau, et staunch saignement. Ils étaient 50x50 pouces. Dans la tête de Donny qui signifiait que la couverture était juste un peu plus de 4 pieds de longueur et de largeur. Blankie n'était qu'un peu plus petit. Peut-être." Enfin Donny a saisi une seule bouteille d'eau avec quelques comprimés qu'il a trouvés dans les armoires. Il a reconnu les comprimés comme étant le genre que vous mettez dans l'eau non purifiée afin de tuer les bactéries hostiles en eux, mais il n'était pas sûr comment un Quarien réagirait à elle. "Ou, peut-être que j'y pense trop. C'est de l'eau. Pas comme si elle venait d'un film extraterrestre du XXe siècle..." Donny est revenu avec un bras plein de ce que Raa a demandé. Medkit pour Voria, un peu de couvertures, de fluides et de comprimés pour Raa. Déposant le medkit pour Voria, Donny a mis les couvertures avec Raa. "Il y a des chaises supplémentaires que tu peux t'allonger. Si vous pouvez vous reposer assis, ils devraient aller bien. J'ai aussi des couvertures et de l'eau pour toi. Je ne sais pas si les quariens peuvent boire de l'eau humaine, alors voici des comprimés que je pense que ça pourrait aider. Je crois. Espérons... Je vais aider Voria avec ses blessures. Si vous avez besoin de quelque chose, n'hésitez pas à demander." Donny allait se tourner vers Voria quand il s'est souvenu de quelque chose d'important : son nom. Il n'était pas sûr que Raa ait entendu son vrai nom. "Au fait, je suis Donny. Donny Yang." En regardant vers Voria, Donny a ouvert le medkit et s'est tourné vers l'Asari. « Maintenant, y a-t-il quelque chose avec quoi vous avez besoin d'aide? Je suis formé aux premiers soins et à la médecine sur le champ de bataille." Bien sûr, il n'a pas mentionné que ce n'était que de la formation de base, et qu'il n'a jamais travaillé sur une vraie personne vivante. Bien sûr qu'il a déjà travaillé sur des simulations holographiques, mais c'était facile d'être désensibilisé aux choses visuelles. Pour sentir le sang et les os... pas quelque chose que Donny ait jamais eu à faire avant.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Une fois la navette détournée vers la surface de la planète, ce ne serait qu'une dizaine de minutes avant d'atterrir à la colonie temporaire. Les intercepteurs sont restés près de la navette au cas où ils seraient menacés par des combattants ennemis. Bien que les balayages d'Avatar de la flotte ennemie n'indiquaient pas qu'ils avaient été détectés. Ou, s'ils l'avaient fait, ils ne répondaient pas à la navette d'évasion. D'après les scans d'Avatar des frégates ennemies, ils éventaient de la chaleur à un niveau compatible avec ce qu'ils attendraient dans les dix minutes de la fin de l'utilisation lourde. À ce titre, elle pouvait prédire avec 73 % de certitude que l'engagement entre les deux flottilles avait pris fin peu de temps avant leur départ de la station. Au début, les trois navires se dirigeaient vers la surface à un angle raide afin d'aller plus loin dans l'atmosphère, ce qui réduirait la capacité de la flotte ennemie à détecter leurs signatures thermiques. Cependant, une fois, ils étaient dans la stratosphère inférieure, ils ont redirigé leur route pour les prendre directement à la colonie temporaire. Les zones qu'ils survolaient ne sont pas très peuplées, mais elles restent dans les nuages chaque fois que possible afin de réduire leur signature visuelle. À la vitesse élevée à laquelle ils voyageaient, il ne fallut que cinq minutes de plus avant qu'ils commencent à ralentir à une vitesse d'approche et radiodiffusé avant la colonie. Il n'y a eu aucune réponse de la colonie au début, mais une fois qu'Avatar a transmis le code d'identification qu'il avait été donné en tant que diplomate sur la mission, ils ont été autorisés à atterrir. Le peuplement lui-même était petit et se composait entièrement de structures préfabriquées placées dans une section défrichée d'une forêt tempérée. Selon les dossiers d'Avatar, il comptait 127 habitants, y compris des agents de sécurité. La plupart des colons ont joué un rôle dans la préparation de la planète à la colonisation plus vaste prévue, comme les botanistes, les géologues, les arpenteurs et les diplomates restants qui n'avaient pas assisté à la réunion à bord de la station spatiale. Malheureusement, la colonie n'a pas été fortement défendue, car elle devait compter principalement sur la flotte pour la protection à ce stade précoce de la colonisation. Toutes les zones d'atterrissage de la colonie étaient actuellement occupées lorsque les trois navires sont arrivés, de sorte qu'ils ont été dirigés vers l'atterrissage dans une zone défrichée de la forêt à quelques mètres en dehors de la colonie principale, ainsi que plusieurs autres navettes et autres véhicules de diverses classifications. Il y avait des navettes Turian, Human et Quarian, dont certaines étaient des modèles militaires, ce qui donnait à penser qu'au moins d'autres navires avaient réussi à s'échapper de la bataille en haut. Une fois qu'ils ont atterri, Avatar s'est transféré dans sa plate-forme à l'intérieur de la navette. Le Geth semblait revenir à la vie subitement, puis se leva jusqu'à ses pieds tout comme la rampe de la navette était abaissée. Une fois qu'il a été, il a révélé quatre soldats turois, tous avec leurs fusils entraînés sur la navette passagers. Cependant, il a fallu seulement voir les uniformes des Humains et de la Cabale pour qu'ils reconnaissent qu'ils étaient alliés. L'un des Turians a ordonné, les incitant tous à baisser leurs armes. Derrière les soldats, Avatar pouvait voir un véritable essaim d'activité dans et autour de la colonie. Les soldats comme les colons semblaient se défaire de la colonie et charger tout ce qu'ils pouvaient dans les véhicules terrestres et aériens. Le Turian s'avança et regarda dans la navette. Il a dit, plus à lui-même que n'importe qui. Excuses pour la ruée, mais comme vous pouvez le voir, nous évacuons la colonie. Vingt-cinq minutes jusqu'à ce qu'on parte. Si vous avez une pièce de rechange là-dedans, nous avons des colons qui ont besoin de transport. Nous essayons d'apporter autant de fournitures que nous pouvons, donc nous avons besoin de tout l'espace que nous pouvons obtenir. Avez-vous des blessés à bord? Nous avons encore des fournitures médicales de rechange, pour l'instant.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Voira, s'assombrie contre le mur de la navette telle qu'elle était, cligne alors que Raa enterre soudainement sa tête dans son épaule. Pourtant, elle ne se plaignait pas, se contentant de mettre un bras autour de la Quarienne et de la réconforter autant qu'elle le pouvait. "Shh Raa, c'est bon. Ne regarde pas." Elle murmurait, ignorant comment tout semblait blessé et elle ne pouvait pas respirer très bien. Raa avait besoin d'elle et elle n'était pas sur le point de laisser quelque chose d'aussi simple que l'inconfort physique s'y mettre. Elle continua à murmurer doucement jusqu'à la Quarienne, jusqu'au point où l'homme marchait. Voira a laissé Raa parler. Elle était trop fatiguée pour faire assez d'efforts pour expliquer tout ce dont ils auraient besoin. Voira a agité le chocolat. "Nous n'aimons pas le chocolat." Elle a donné un sourire lassaire alors que Raa a rattrapé toutes les choses dont ils auraient besoin après l'avoir regardée. Alors qu'elle regardait l'homme s'éloigner, elle se tourna pour regarder Raa. "Et tu pensais ne jamais être dans la position où tu t'occupais de nous. Bien sûr, nous l'aurions préféré là où nous étions malades, ou quelque chose de similaire, plutôt que de tirer tout en enfer. Pourtant, nous prendrons ce que nous pouvons obtenir." Elle a clin d'œil à Raa, avant de se tourner vers le reste de leur groupe. Le stupide Turian se remettait du mieux qu'il pouvait, compte tenu de ce qui s'était passé. RK était suspectement silencieux. Pas de commentaires sarcastiques, pas de petits cacahuètes, juste du silence. Voira s'est demandé ce qu'était aussi la salope d'IA. Avant que les Asari ne puissent plus museler, l'homme retourna avec les provisions et se présenta. "Plaisir de vous rencontrer Donny. On nous tire dans l'épaule et la main, on a une côte cassée, un poumon meurtri, des lacérations sur le visage, des éclats dans l'autre épaule, et la déesse sait quoi d'autre que nous n'avons pas remarqué. Nous avons réussi à tourner notre épaule et Medi-gel notre main. Le reste, nous étions occupés à nous faire tirer dessus pour réparer." Elle a glissé sur la couverture enveloppée autour de son épaule. Elle s'est moquée de l'humain qui se préparait à essayer de l'arranger. "Commencez où vous voulez, docteur Donny. Nous n'avons que le temps et Ryncol." Après l'atterrissage de la navette, Voira achevant son verre de Ryncol, les Asari ont réagi instinctivement à la vue d'un plus grand nombre de personnes pointant des armes sur elle. Elle a tiré son propre pistolet et a jeté une barrière sur Raa une fois de plus, attendant que les balles volent à nouveau. Quand ils se sont tous couchés et que le Turian a commencé à parler, en grande partie à lui-même, Voira a parlé de sa position sur le sol. "Où, exactement, vous évacuez tous aussi?"

Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.

C'est vrai. Je t'arrangerai tout de suite. Bien sûr, Donny ne pouvait faire face qu'à certaines des blessures personnellement. Après avoir aidé Voria à sortir de son armure, Donny fit de son mieux pour enlever les éclats d'ossement et appliquer généreusement le medi-gel à toutes les zones blessées. C'était plutôt... intime, comme Donny avait un contact cutané avec un asari dans des endroits très proches des zones sensibles. Mais la nervosité de Donny et le fait que Voria ait été ensanglantée et meurtrie l'ont rendu beaucoup moins érotique que de frotter un asari avec medi-gel aurait pu l'être. Quand Donny est allé traiter l'épaule de Voria, il a appris que son "Tourniquet" est en fait sa couverture de bébé, serré et couvert de sang asari. "Dwha!? C'est ma couverture!" Donny s'est exclamé un peu fort. Mais il n'en a pas fait trop, il l'a bien plié et l'a mis de côté alors qu'il continuait à opérer sur Voria. Finalement Donny a fait tout ce qu'il pouvait en utilisant ses connaissances limitées sur les premiers soins. Ses blessures de surface guériraient, et en supposant qu'elle ne soit pas frappée par un véhicule et a tiré à nouveau ses os devraient être bien. Ou alors Donny espère. Le fait que Voria n'ait pas crié de meurtre sanglant ou essayé de le tuer de façon sanglante pour avoir au moins dit à l'humain que ce qu'il faisait ne lui faisait pas de mal. Donc, après l'avoir recouchée, Donny s'est nettoyé en voyant le navire entrer sur la planète de la colonie. Donny a dû se boucler comme le navire l'a rendu décent, s'emparant de son équipement pendant que tout le monde se préparait à toucher le sol. Une fois que le navire a atterri, Donny et son équipage se sont préparés à partir. Ils ont été accueillis par les turiens et leurs fusils, mais heureusement avant que des coups de feu ne soient tirés, ils ont été identifiés comme amis. De là, Donny s'est fermé la bouche et a laissé Eleanore et Seraph parler. Surtout Eleanore depuis qu'elle était ambassadrice. "Nous avons quelques blessés, oui. Mais quel est le statut de ce règlement? Il semble que tout le monde soit réinstallé. Ces terroristes ont-ils pris des mesures pour commettre une agression ici? » En effet, voir les colons fuyant pour leur vie était troublant. Ils n'allaient même pas se battre pour leurs maisons, ce qui les qualifiait soit de lâches, soit de fuyant une menace visiblement plus grande. Donny s'est emparé du couteau de son grand-père dans l'espoir d'une certaine détermination de la lame.

Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.

Le commandant turc s'est rapidement adressé à l'un de ses hommes. "Prenez un médecin ici dès que possible." Il a commandé avant de rendre son attention à ceux de la navette. « L'ennemi n'a pas encore évolué sur notre position, mais nous pensons que ce n'est qu'une question de temps. Notre flotte leur a donné plus d'ennuis qu'ils ne s'attendaient probablement, mais ils se regroupent en ce moment même. Je ne connais pas les coordonnées exactes de l'endroit où nous allons, mais les ordres sont descendus du général Artus lui-même, juste avant que nous n'ayons perdu le contact avec son croiseur. Jusqu'à ce que nous en sachions plus, nous suivons cet ordre." Le regard du Turian s'est déplacé vers les deux intercepteurs de chaque côté de la navette. "Vous avez aussi des combattants. Il a commencé, mais s'est interrompu quand il a vu dans les cockpits. "... où sont tes pilotes?" "Ces embarcations d'interception ont été pilotées à distance." Avatar a répondu simplement. Le commandant, enfin voyant le Geth parmi le groupe dans la navette, l'a considéré étrangement. "Um, c'est ça. Nous avons des pilotes qui ont besoin de navires, donc nous pouvons les utiliser. Restez ici dans votre navette, nous nous déplacerons bientôt. » Il a répondu. Les soldats sont partis rapidement, même si le médecin qu'ils avaient appelé n'était pas loin derrière. Comme elle a été correctement fournie et entraînée, elle a été en mesure d'apporter à Voira et aux autres blessés des soins médicaux plus complets. À tout le moins, leur saignement a été complètement arrêté et on leur a donné un anesthésique pour émouvoir la plupart de la douleur. Ils auraient besoin de temps pour récupérer, mais ils étaient tous stables. Après le départ du médecin, plusieurs civils et un ou deux soldats de la colonie ont également été dirigés vers leur navette. Le navire avait déjà été encombré, de sorte qu'au moment où le pilote avait reçu l'ordre de fermer la rampe de chargement et de se préparer au décollage, il n'y avait de place debout que dans la cale de la navette. Ceux qui n'étaient pas dans la meilleure condition physique, comme Raa et Voira, ont reçu la priorité pour s'asseoir, mais la plupart n'ont pas reçu ce luxe. En raison de l'encombrement le plus important dans la navette ne pouvait pas voir clairement par les fenêtres, mais les sons des moteurs rugissant à la vie autour d'eux leur ont dit qu'ils décollaient. On peut supposer qu'ils survoleraient les véhicules au sol dans un convoi jusqu'à n'importe quelle destination que leur avait donnée le général Turian. À part cela, cependant, on ne leur avait pas beaucoup parlé du plan. À peu près tous ceux qui n'étaient pas assis étaient debout d'épaule à épaule avec quelqu'un d'autre. Un grand nombre de civils de la colonie de peuplement ne semblaient être qu'à quelques pas de panique. Certains ont essayé de le garder pour eux - mêmes, d'autres ont pleuré tranquillement, tandis que d'autres ont fait ce qu'ils pouvaient pour soutenir ceux qui en avaient besoin. Malgré ces conditions, c'était la première chance que n'importe qui de la station devait réellement s'arrêter et se reposer, mentalement et physiquement. Près de Raa, une jeune femme humaine nerveuse, aux cheveux blonds, regardait vers l'inconscient Quarien nerveusement. Quelques minutes passèrent en silence, mais elle finit par parler shakily. "Elle a l'air malade. Qu'est-ce qu'elle a? Est-ce...contagieux?"

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

Rhénanie-du-Prince-Édouard Raa s'est penchée sur le devant de Voira, dormant. En raison de l'état bondé de la navette, la plupart des gens ont dû se tenir debout et se tenir les uns les autres pendant que la machine berçait à la vie. Un rugissement monstrueux et bas sonnait à travers l'intérieur. Son front s'appuyait sur le métal froid et lui permettait de refroidir sa fièvre croissante. Pour chaque instant qu'elle vient d'y coucher, son corps est couvert par Voira et se fait juste rebondir par les mouvements de la navette. Son cœur s'est posé doucement pendant qu'elle se craignait dans sa respiration, mais elle savait qu'elle allait s'en sortir. Une couverture était enveloppée autour d'elle et elle s'y agrippait plus profondément, essayant de ne pas blesser son amie plus qu'elle ne l'avait déjà fait. Elle était trop fatiguée pour s'occuper des sons qui remplissent la scène jusqu'à ce que quelqu'un parle. C'était une femme qui faisait glisser ses yeux et regardait avec une expression fatiguée. Sa voix était tendue à travers un mal de gorge en herbe alors qu'elle s'asseyait faiblement. Son bras s'étirait et l'aidait à se serrer droit, sa tête tournoyait légèrement dans le changement soudain de position. Cela l'a amenée à atteindre et toucher son temple, espérant arrêter la rotation. Pendant un moment, Raa pensait qu'elle allait être malade. Son estomac recourbé et serré, adoucissant avec le jarring, tandis qu'elle inhalait lentement. Après quelques respirations, elle se tourna vers la femme humaine avec un sourire faible. Pas à moins que vous soyez un Quarien et même alors, vous n'auriez pas dû vous serrer correctement pour un changement d'environnement.. Ras a dit poliment, puis a ajouté pour effacer sa déclaration. Ma maladie est parce que mon corps s'adapte à être en dehors de mon costume avant que je me prépare pour elle. Donc non, ce n'est pas contagieux. La voix du RK s'est bafouée de l'omnitool alors qu'elle s'est évanouie dans sa voix snide. Les humains, s'attendent à être traités comme des égaux mais ils n'éduquent même pas leur propre espèce sur les autres. Typique. Toujours faible, Raa leva son bras doucement et fronça son amie AI. RK, s'il te plaît, pas aujourd'hui. Je ne suis pas à la hauteur. RK regarda sur le côté, son buste holographique flottant près de Raa, d'une manière ovine puis soupira. C'est vrai, mais elle sort à propos de quelque chose d'aussi stupide... Le calme est la dernière chose que je vise à être.

Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.

La jeune femme avait été brièvement apaisée par la réponse de Raa, mais était évidemment à la fois surprise et confuse par l'apparition soudaine de RK. Pendant quelques secondes, elle a été large et sans voix alors qu'elle regardait vers le bas à la projection holographique. Mais une fois que la femme a eu la chance de tout traiter, le ton insultant et combatif de RK s'est frotté sur elle. Elle s'offense, et s'en prend à la projection holographique. "Je... je... non! J'ai le droit d'avoir peur de cette stupide machine! J'ai entendu parler de cette attaque contre notre flotte, mais personne ne nous dira ce qui se passe. Puis soudain nous sommes emballés dans ces navettes et évacués vers je ne sais pas où, pour qui sait combien de temps. Personne ne me dira si mon frère est toujours d'accord là-haut, et... je veux juste que tout soit fini! » Elle a crié, avec des larmes dans les yeux à la fin de l'explosion. À proximité, l'un des autres passagers, qui tentait de se distraire de l'argumentation de l'autre côté de la navette, gardait son regard à l'extérieur de l'une des fenêtres de la navette. Au loin, il y avait une douzaine de points à l'horizon, qui grandissaient à mesure qu'ils s'approchaient. Au bout de quelques secondes, il a pu constater qu'ils étaient, en fait, des navires. "Qu'est-ce que c'est? Par la fenêtre? Est-ce qu'ils nous ont trouvés? » Immédiatement, Avatar a accédé aux caméras extérieures de la navette pour lui donner une meilleure vue des navires approchants. En se rapprochant, il a identifié les navires comme des canons A-74 Wasp : des embarcations militaires conçues pour remplacer le canon Mantis vieillissant. Ils étaient semblables dans l'esthétique aux Mantis, mais avaient quatre moteurs vectorisés et des armements plus puissants. Ils ont été utilisés par de multiples militaires, mais ceux-ci en particulier avaient les marques de l'armée turienne. "Il y a treize embarcations qui approchent de la classification des canons. Ils semblent être des navires alliés." Avatar a expliqué à fond, ne sachant pas nécessairement que certains passagers pourraient douter de son évaluation de leur allégeance.

Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.