Thread: M.E; Un-cataloged Events. --- Missedstations&Relix

Cerberus Lab Station 2141 Log Name Ryan Swagger Password Confirmation ..... Successful! A small sigh pass through the lips of the male, to see how many more harassment mails he had accumulated over the past three weeks. Ryan had a few random ... users mailing him constantly over the damage he had done to their homes, their jobs, their families back on Illium. Human, Turian, Asari. Mainly they were Human and Turian males harassing him, threatening his life. Which, the male did not blame them for doing so. It was indeed his fault, wouldn't have happened if Ryan and one of his troop mates followed the order of their Commanding Officer, Sergeant William Stevens. Ryan and this said troop mate were ordered to not follow leads about Blue Suns potentially importing and exporting illegal goods from Illium. Of course, in Ryan's brashness, he urged one of his troop mates to go with him. That it'd be an easy job for them to do together, earning them a rank or two up. Getting out of their runt of the litter platoon, out from under Sgt. Stevens. The only thing it got the male was a dishonorable discharge, a few counts of murder, vandalism, and a bill of one billion credits to repair all the damage he had caused to a Illium city. Most of all, the life of his troop mate that trusted him in his decision. Ryan lost everything, pretty much. Mother and father were in the Alliance Military long before they wed then conceived a child who'd follow in their footsteps. It was a few months after the boy's incident that they found out, a leaked source mailed it to them. That was a fun and happy conversation the male had between them ... only better when he told them that he was now holding a job with Ceberus. All his charges were dropped, the amount he would've needed to pay gone. Without a trace, as if every little detailed page of information was just gone from the system. That was when the male had gotten word from Cerberus that they were interested in him working for them. Military work to Military work, right? Well, his parents didn't see it that way. They labeled him a terrorist and swore him off as their heir to the head of their name. Titling his head to the left, attempting to crack the bone in his neck. A groan passing as he failed to achieve even the smallest cracking sound. His eyes jolted back and forth, up and down the screen as he waited for the inbox to fill. Ryan assumed there'd be hundreds of messages in there. A sigh of relief passing as he noticed there were only a handful. Lets see what we got on tap for today ... I'm coming for you, Swagger. User I.V Sent Ten days ago. You will pay! User .... Sent Nine days ago. STOP HIDING SWAGGER! User I.V Sent Two days ago. C.O. SGT STEVENS Name UNKNOWN Sent Twenty-two minutes ago. What's this ...? The male asked, his eyes squinting slightly. C.O Sergeant Stevens? From Unknown? What? He murmured in question to himself lightly, leaning forward slightly. Clicking twice on the subject, the male watched as a small report quickly filled up the screen. Senior Commanding Officer Sergeant Stevens was found dead ... Voice trailing off as he read the article to himself. This happened two weeks ago and I'm just now getting this ... who sent this!? The male exclaimed to himself, pounding his hands against the desk. His voice wouldn't travel then outside of his room, the station wasn't that occupied by much anyways. A few guards who did shifts for patrols, doctors, mechs, androids and their patients ... test subjects. This is obviously a sick, demented joke. Sergeant Stevens isn't dead ... nor was he assassinated. It just can't be. Ryan spoke to himself, scrolling through the mail. Cerberus Operative Ryan Swagger. The male spoke, reading off another small part of the mail, This link here will guide you to the already paid for purchase to Feros, your first spot to figuring out all that happened. Once clicked, you'll have two hours to get to the Lab Station 2141 docking bay. A unmanned ship will arrive and leave twenty minutes in the next two hours. Get on, or you'll regret it... Cocking his brown eye brow, the male clicked on the link provided. Watching his screen go black, Hey! What the! He exclaimed, hitting his hand against the side of the screen. The picture flickered back in. Damnit! The mail is gone! Two hours later... A sigh passed through the lips, the male leaned against the wall that lead out of the docking bay. Dressed in a casual black Cerberus uniform. His brown bangs slowly falling in front of his face, the blue-green eyes hiding underneath his eyelids. The male had his bag resting against his leg. Only had a few pieces of food, another uniform, a pistol and credits in there. Nothing was ever free ... he was wrapped up in Cerberus until he spent enough time paying off a billion credits. Though, it wasn't like he minded. Sure, he hated the fact before ... but, now, he's grown into the job. Helping humanity get more then a foot in the door to the galaxy. Beep. Beep. Beep. Ah ha, so, the mail wasn't just part of my imagination. That was a good sign, or so he hoped. This seemed awfully ... suspicious. Ryan had a small feeling that someone was setting him up to look like the murdered of Sgt. Stevens. Picking up his bag, the male quickly stepped toward the ship. Off to Feros.