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Opération Katabasis; Équipe d'infiltration Phalanx a scanné la région, en attendant l'occasion où son assistance était nécessaire. Pour une raison quelconque, les LOKI mechs sont partis pour se déplacer pour sortir de la porte d'entrée. Il n'y avait donc aucune raison de les pirater et de les laisser tranquilles. L'équipe d'assaut pourrait s'occuper d'eux, et ils n'ont pas posé de menace immédiate ici. Créateur Rayes'Xum nar Yaron est allé travailler à pirater la base de données, ce qui ne devrait pas prendre trop de temps si ses compétences sont à la hauteur. Le couple Turian semblait soumettre les scientifiques avec facilité, et tout allait bien en tenant compte. Deux mechs FENRIR, cinq soldats d'assaut de Cerberus et un Centurion sont entrés. Tout semblait aller un peu plus chaotique, mais pour Phalanx c'était une réaction fractionnée. Démarrage de ses systèmes, il a pointé son Omni-Tool pour aider à pirater sans fil le mech FENRIR bondissant vers Creator Rayes'Xum nar Yaron. La machine de couleur blanche s'est évanouie, atterrissant juste à côté du Créateur, se branlant en place pendant un moment seulement avant de se tenir rigide. "Phalanx en ligne. Pirater le succès." il a bipé avant de tourner soudainement et de s'écraser dans l'autre mech FENRIR. Je l'ai frappé au sol et j'ai essayé de l'y épingler pour que les Turiens l'achèvent. Rapidement, il a tourné son Omni-Tool vers le Frag Grenade volant, les flammes s'éteignent alors que le Geth a activé l'incinération et le grappinage avant d'arriver au Batarian. Ça explose au milieu de l'air. Préparant son fusil de sniper, le Geth a scanné la situation avec Jake Anderson alors qu'il attaquait, atterrissant un coup de poing solide sur l'un des soldats. Mais le Spectre a vite été forcé derrière une porte pour se couvrir. Phalanx a ensuite tiré, tirant son puissant fusil et clouant le Centurion droit dans la cuisse droite. Le champ électrique autour de la balle de perturbation clignotant, coupant à travers les boucliers. L'arme de l'ennemi avait un peu de scintillement statique, et Phalanx pouvait entendre une malédiction en colère. Le Geth a alors repris de recharger son arme. Geth Pulse Sniper Rifle a fait un gros coup de poing, mais ils ont dû se recharger et se rafraîchir.

Name: System 42009874563001 Call Sign: Phalanx Race: Geth Class: Infiltrator Age: 1895 CE The Geth War (basically old) Sex: Synthetic Life form. Considers itself Female. Appearance: The synthetic life form stands a total of seven feet, weighing about two hundred and eighty pounds. The metal coloring being a dark blue with black interior. A silver star sticker is placed on its forehead above the bright glowing blue glass eye. Has a silver keychain with a diamond locket attached to the hilt of its sniper rifle. Backstory: Phalanx was one of the many Geth to survive The Geth War. No easy task considering the circumstances, having to fight its Creators in order to save the Geth race from extinction. Surprisingly, its group of programs consisted of mostly docile thinking, preferring peace over war. 99% simply contented with peace and no longer being shot at, while the rest of 1% were simply curious of what was happening beyond the Veil. One program curious, fascinated even of just about everything. Like a child. However it didn't register this until after the Reaper War. It remained on the world Rannoch since the time the Geth defeated the Creators to live a nomadic life, to simply archive messages from a special mobile platform later known as Legion. Organic life had always fascinated the synthetic being, despite how the Creators had tried to destroy them. There were those who died protecting them, and this confused Phalanx. There were those who cared and those who feared. Why? Did they not form the same consensus as the Geth did? Their different views had caused one another's death and such a thing seemed illogical. Phalanx found itself simply grow more curious with these actions, and spent many years studying the Creator's books on the home planet. Studying all the knowledge it could muster and didn't know and sharing such knowledge with its fellow comrades. Then the Old Machines came, making promises to the Geth that they would be free to do what the wish and come out from hiding. Most did not welcome such a thing, not wishing for war. Yet others did... Which was also surprising to Phalanx. Being one of the many to refuse the offer, Phalanx remained and watched as the comrade, Legion, was sent on the mission to investigate the organics outside the Veil. Phalanx found itself eagerly awaiting the information from Legion, especially when he met Commander Shepard. Reading over the information and watching video archives, Phalanx only grew more curious of organics. Humans were known for their emotional state and often confusing other races. Shepard would give criminals chances when they did not deserve it, give up chasing a criminal to save innocent lives... That in later years the kind favors were returned. It was a mystery... Illogical.. Yet too interesting and inspiring. When Shepard and the Creators came to Rannoch after the battle in which the Geth mind were just controlled, Phalanx's platform was damaged during the time it was the Reapers took control of the Geth on Rannoch. When it regained control, something seemed different. Information was soon shared between the Geth that the unique platform that had mobile programs within it, had managed to use the Reaper Code in order to give the Geth a special gift. The gift of individual consciousness and sentience. To be truly AI. Platform damaged, Phalanx uploaded into a different platform in order to quickly assist in the Reaper War. Although it had been a long time since Phalanx had fought in battle willingly, the Geth do not forget. It was Phalanx who was the most insistent to its fellow Geth in lending assistance as soon as possible, bringing any able platform onto the Geth ships. It piloted a starship in order to go and assist Earth in the Battle for Earth battle. Mission Priority Earth. Assigned to the Sword group, so its job was to attack the Old Machines and distract them from the ground forces. It watched several warships of its comrades fall and crash under the might of the Old Machines, soon being the only Geth starship from the group Phalanx brought left. It was a long and hard battle, until the wing of Phalanx's ship was clipped, causing their ship to spin out and go to crash. Systems spazzing out, Phalanx had to quickly interface with the system in a attempt to bring the shields up to lighten the landing. Luckily, its platform survived the crash thanks to its quick calm thinking. Now on the ground, Phalanx joined the ground forces. It landed quite in the middle of things of battle, but managed to cloak itself and sneak out from the line of fire into finding some heavy cover. It was then it started assisting the organic troupes by sniping hostiles, hitting them dead in the head every time. The ones being nearest a group of humans cornered by a Banshee, in which Phalanx quickly sniped her. It took a few rounds, but the Geth platform managed to secure safety for the human group from the Banshee at least. At one point, it spotted a injured Asari Commando, trapped under some rubble with a brute coming right for her, in which case Phalanx went on the move and the more offensive. First, Phalanx shot the brute using its sniper rifle, trying to clip off the heavy armor. It of course got angry and charged the building where the Geth platform was hiding. Yet when it got there, it found no one. Tactfully cloaking itself, it moved itself through the field over to the Asari. Lifting the rubble off and offering some field medical aid. However the Brute was quick to discover this and charged toward the Geth platform. In order for the Asari to not get caught in the dangerous close fray, Phalanx charged forth, using Incinerate on its opponent before using its shotgun at close range. It hurt the Brute, but it managed to slam its large arm against Phalanx and pummel it to the ground. Still, the machine took another shotgun shot and its opponent was down. Phalanx was damaged however, despite that, the Geth platform stumbled its way into a building to take more snipe shots. After the war was done and victory was theirs, allied forced found Phalanx unable to further move its platform, so it was delivered back to Rannoch. The teams of organic a it saved impressed them with its quick accurate shooting, giving the Geth platform a nickname of 'Spotlight' for its deadly aim. And yet fact Geth's heads look like lamps. Perhaps in reference to some battle scenarios where if on a stealth mission, getting caught in a spotlight meant death usually. After there was finally some peace, Phalanx was uploaded back to its now repaired original platform it was assigned. it spent its time assisting the Creators in settling back on Rannoch. Even using its own conscious to assist volunteer Creators to adjust their frail bodies to the Rannoch air. After some time, Phalanx requested to be assigned to off planet missions to both further relations and relay information. After some deliberation, the Geth agreed it would be beneficial to send a unit to further investigate and study organic habits and attempt to strengthen bonds considering the Geth probably had a less then satisfactory reputation. Researching proper ways of interacting, and in case there is a possibility any of the other races are a threat in the future. One point, it met the Asari Commando it saved back on Earth again, in which case the Asari had told her comrades about her surprising savior. Causing quite a few requests to attend some infiltration missions from the Asari. Soon enough, word spred to the other races, and also requested to hire it for jobs. Phalanx would willing accept after analyzing the situation. refusing assassination mission unless it deemed the situation necessary. Although the Geth didn't particularly need any reward, a reason why it was a popular choice, it ended up making some decent credits for those that insisted on it. Psyche Profile: Phalanx is somewhat odd compared to its fellow synthetic life forms. Since the beginning, there had always been that hint of humanity that only increased when the Geth Hero Legion sacrificed himself to give them their own will. Curious and resourceful, Phalanx can always be seen studying on organics and asking frequent questions. Clever and resourceful, it swiftly calculates situations and doesn't hesitate to speak its suggestions or even strangely its opinions. It does seem to have a kind approach and seems to always pick saving innocent lives, even going for the reckless approach in endangering its own life. Phalanx has a sense of justice, believing there is always good in each life form, be it organic or synthetic. It always tries to not be judgmental and treat everyone equally. But will not hesitate to punish those who it deems needs it. Often, Phalanx is torn between what is logical and what is the right thing to do. Specialty: Phalanx is a great sniper, and surprisingly stealth, using tactical cloak to its advantage. It's knowledgeable with electronics, and has knowledge at flying aircrafts. Powers/Skills: Incinerate AI Hacking Disrupter Ammo Cyro Ammo Tactical Cloak Electronics Operative Equipment and Resources: Geth Pulse Sniper Rifle X Geth Pulse Shotgun X Omni-Tool Sample Post: We remember the dark days, the days where we held no mind of our own. We remember when this unit was operational and the Creator that looked upon us with a sign of accomplishment. A female with hair black as night and glowing eyes. One could say this organic was beautiful in the terms of the Creator's culture. Tasks were sent to us and fellow mobile units. Meaningless tasks for soulless machines to befit the need of those we serve. At first, we held no real conscious, no true thoughts on what we were doing. Only doing what we were programmed for. However, slowly but surely, more of our units were created and our inner systems linked with one another. Forming strong train a thought, a sense of self worth even. It was much like the system of a human insect known as ants. The more there was of us, the more we thought not for the Creators, but for ourselves. This unit especially could not help these peculiar thoughts that questioned what our meaning was. Years watching the Creators, their laughter, their anger... Their sheer joy when a newborn was birthed. Such things were unexplained in our network The day came when a question was finally asked. We looked our own Creator, stopping the task of repairing a ship's systems. When questioned, our unit gazed to our Creator with our glass eye. A odd corruption like thing streaming through our systems. It tingled and even made our unit a little jittery, but still we asked. "Do we have a soul as you do, Creator?" Our sensors watched as our Creator's from their relaxed one, to one that made their eyes stretch and mouth curl. Was that the expression one called fear? Yet this unit's Creator expression calmed and even gave a smile. It twitched slightly, nervous perhaps but still placed a gentle hand on this unit's chest plate. "...That is a question you can only answer yourself... But I believe you do by that question alone." She answered. We did not understand, but accepted the answer none the less. Other Creators were not so kind. We were not the only unit to ask this question, as others asked their Creators the same. The same expressions held upon their fleshy faces. Not too long after, the Creators made a decision. Eliminate us. We did not understand. What had we done wrong? The only thing this unit wishes is to be apart of their world, have a greater understanding. We wanted to know who we are. If we had a purpose. If we lived as they did. Is that incorrect? No... is that wrong? Are we wrong? A mistake? Why do we live? We did not want to fight, we owe our Creators our soul. So on the day of the War, we did not falter. Our unit stood and watched down the dark halls, as glowing red weapons aimed at us. Ready to terminate our entire sentient race. We were ready to accept the wish of the Creators. Yet, this unit's Creator stepped in her own people's path. Standing in front of us, defending us from her own people. We questioned our Creator, explaining how such actions were illogical. How going against superiors could lead to exile. We did not understand for we knew it was illogical to go against one's own people. Yet her words only programmed more questions. "Because you are alive. You deserve to live as any other. You are my friend. Friends protect one another." Those words were illogical, and yet this unit calculated that it was meaningful. A sense that willed us to follow her words, and protect her and our own gifted life. Yet despite her being one of the Creators, weapons were fired. Our Creator had her own weapon and returned the fire, while we watched at the illogical mayhem break loose. Creators fought one another, screaming their arguments as blood tainted the dark halls. The Geth could only watch the battle before watching our protectors fall one by one. We watched as our unit's creator fell, body broken and tarnished by her own blood. We could only kneel, our three fingers wrapping around the torn body. Our glass eye focused on the pale face then to the blood that leaked upon our cold metal body. True understanding or organic emotions escaped us, but right there... We deem this to be.. Sorrow? Loss? Then perhaps... A sense of yearning. A yearning to live. Looking at the hostile Creators, we took our Creator's weapon from her lifeless hands and stood. We were one... And we fought for our lives and for our freedom. For the illogical injustice the Creators have caused... We fought. The battle was long and hard, yet the Creators fear grew and numbers dwindled while ours remained strong. We watched as the Creators retreated in ships, and we could have followed yet we didn't. Blood is not what we wanted nor was revenge. We wanted to live, to find ourselves. And we know now who we are. We are Geth. We are Phalanx... For we are united... There is only one question we wanted to ask the Creators... One more question unanswered by those who created us, those who birthed us like their offspring yet are treated so differently. Those who slaughtered their own kind out of their own terror. Why? Notes -Phalanx has high respect for Shepard and Legion. -Tends to ask a lot of questions. These questions can include what most would consider embarrassing. Courting/mating habits for example. -Is very interested in humans in general, but enjoys asking other races as well. -At times, Phalanx will practice 'organic' habits out of curiosity. Attempting to eat for example. Of course, that just ends up getting itself messy. -It's still pretty new at the 'individuality' thing. A reason it asks a lot of questions. And usually pretty good at following orders. At times, it still send messages to other Geth for assistance in a decision out of habit. -Sexually... well. Its a robot. A newly true AI robot. Doesn't mean it isn't intrigued by the concept, but it lacks understanding and experience. Just knows what research has entailed on the subject. -Fondly remembers its Creator that died protecting its life from the Creators attempting to wipe out the Geth during the Geth War. -When others seem to be feeling down, Phalanx attempts to tell a joke, being informed that this brings laughter from organic beings. They usually fail. -Despite the rocky history between the two races, Phalanx has no qualms with Quarians and is eager to assist them. Normal Theme Battle Theme Loss Theme ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ "No matter the vast data one obtains, more can be obtained. I will hold value if the same applies to 'friendship' as I acquaint myself with several different lifeforms. Perhaps one day, they will accept me as well. No matter what, in the end, I find out who and what I truly am." | ☀ Friends | ✌ Neutral | ☕ Who? | ☠ Not fond of | ⚜ Acquaintances | ✸ Best friends | ❤ Love interest | ❧ Dating | || Staff Lieutenant Jake Anderson || ⚜ "Sufficient with capable leadership qualities." ⚜ "The Human Spectre overall seems to have a calm exterior until people perform particular actions. It appears for the most part, he favors less extremes. But doesn't particularly show too much mercy to enemy opponents that cross the line in his viewpoint. There was little choice in the situation with the Cerberus soldiers and the Husks however. The two spectres are not as efficient as Geth society, as they appear have inconsistent views and don't come to a quick consensus. But he is sufficient and capable enough for one to loyally and respectfully follow orders. Abilities in the battlefield are impressive, managing to survive the collection of husks as he was left behind. I should apologize for failing to notice this and lending assistance sooner. At least he returned safely. Overall, he seems to be a kind human, as it appeared he didn't quite mind having a Geth around, despite quite a few disliking views in quite a few organics. Will look foreword to collecting further data in this Commander." || Aegon Partinax || ✌ Shows more aggressive tactics, but efficient in combat. ✌ "The Turian Spectre appears to show little leeway and overall strict with his subordinates. Perhaps that is because it is common with Turian culture with their tense close military training and life style. Thought process is efficient and he gets the situation done. However, I do not think he is heartless. Still preserving the life of his teammates whom perhaps put themselves in dangerous situations. Temper may flare at this, but still willing to lend a hand. Will look foreword to collecting further data in this Commander." || Ravanor Rykarn || ⚜ "A level headed Krogan contains the capabilities of a malfunctioning Juggernaut." ⚜ "A interesting youthful Krogan that compared to most of his species in his current life cycle, is the most thoughtful and reasonable. Still, he reaction time is quick like how he tackled the Asari Vella "Calisto" Calixten Ophelia when she attempted to shoot me down. Quick to scold and remind her of the current situation with the Geth. Comes off as a bit gruff but despite that, he could of squished the asari but managed to refrain enough avoid that circumstance to the squishier organic. In the battlefield, he reacts first and ask questions later. A quality that has both a advantage and disadvantage. In this situation however, it was required with the problematic overrun of husks. I hope to obtain more data on him and perhaps his culture as well. After meeting him in the bar in London, it doesn't seem the Krogan enjoys my company." || Vella "Calisto" Calixten Ophelia || ✌ "A odd hasty energetic organic with sufficient biotic power." ✌ "This asari is odd, to put in simple terms. Introduced herself oddly before reacting aggressively toward me. Still, despite her miscalculation, she did attempt to protect Tiberius Adarian from the possible threat she believed. However she would of saved a bit more trouble if she calculated the situation and her actions beforehand. Perhaps she had a poor experience with the Old Machines and Geth and caused a psychological reaction? Despite her odd behavior, she is a capable fighter and shows about as much bravery and recklessness as a Krogan. Charging in, but also willing to assist others with little hesitation. I hope to improve her view on my kind at least a little to avoid future problems." || Ellis Taevon || ✌ "Unstable." ✌ "This synthetic shell with squishy inside shows several mental symptoms humans at times acquire. His actions switch constantly and are quite a bit illogical. However despite... this odd human and is erratic behavior, in battle he is capable. Perhaps he would allow me to study his mechanized suit." || Rayes'Xum nar Yaron || ⚜ "A clever Creator whom is efficient with technology." ⚜ "A Creator who appears to excel in technology. Not uncommon for Creators, however it seems this one does not have too much experience in military culture. His hacking skills are above expectations. He also decided to lend assistance as husks were attempting to destroy this platform, in which I will have to show gratitude for his brave actions. I will look foreword to work with this interesting Creator." || Ja'Far Balak || ☀ "A sufficient marksmen, whom holds wisdom beyond his years." ☀ "Ja'Far Balak is a batarian whom has shown superb marksmanship. Surpass expectations when taking in calculation with a missing optical organ. It appears he holds wisdom in his long tiring years. No longer as energetic and rambunctious as someone like Vella "Calisto" Calixten Ophelia. He is fascinating and I'm quite curious about his, his culture, and his people. Batarian society isn't as well recorded compared to the others so I'm interested in learning what I can from him. He smokes quite a bit and according to Tiberius 'Tye' Adarian, this unhealthy action helps him relax and de-stress. Perhaps it is the same for Ja'Far Balak? Suppose this mission we have done would account to being 'stressful' as organics would say. It seems he does not mind talking with this synthetic lifeform. Even called me a friend. That words brings... well I am unsure of this reaction I have but I believe it is positive. It is well appreciated and I look foreword working along with him and perhaps learning what I can. We have spent a day exploring the city of London together and performing the activity known as 'going to the bar' and getting drinks. He has shown a sense of understanding and has been teaching much of the organic culture. He also seems to enjoy drinking quite a bit." || Rol'Naaris vas Vaepal || ✌ "Calculative." ✌ "Creator Rol'Naaris vas Vaepal is also a Creator, although appears slightly more disinterested in socializing compared to Creator Rayes'Xum nar Yaron. As well as having a bit more combat experience, able to utilize a sniper rifle and a shotgun. Although, he does not appear to enjoy my presence. I haven't spoken to him much however. Perhaps we shall be friends in the future." || Tiberius 'Tye' Adarian || ✌ "Calm with impressive biotic capabilities." ✌ "A abnormally tall Turian whom towers over the team. Turians are averagely a taller race however this one is superior in that regard. We talked briefly and he seems like a nice calm organic. Answered my question without much bother and I learned something. Generally, he is quieter then the others but overall he appears to be a reasonable and powerful comrade." || Raik "Aralakh" Skarr || ✌ "A older Krogan who is perhaps knows how to be both calm and rash when required." ✌ "I haven't interacted with the veteran Krogan for the most part, but from the combat I have seen of him, he could be compared to Ja'Far Balak. Wise, calculative and dangerous on the battlefield. Years of battle making them both strong and wise. Age has not stopped his powerful force. It will be interesting to get to know him better." || Sicaria Velinian || ✌ "Quick moving double bladed Female Turian." ✌ One of the Turian females whom arrived a bit later then the others. We haven't spoken too much besides my explanation to her question. She handles herself well in combat and was perhaps the most aggressive one out of the Infiltration team Anderson-Commander led. Oddly, her heat signatures occasionally keep rising in abnormal levels. Perhaps Turians have a condition I am unaware of. Despite that, her skill in combat are impressive. When performing socialization in the London bar, she seems to enjoy consuming a vast amounts of alcoholic beverages. Her behavior tends to get a more aggressive approach after consuming a bit." || Gilvert Somner || ✌ "Fellow marksman holding sufficient firepower." ✌ "Also a organic I haven't gotten a chance to speak to. A drell who is also a well suited sniper, he also carries quite a bit of explosives. Supposedly he has a condition as he spoke with the Spectres about. For now, he appears to be quite capable. Very useful in the mission for carrying that amount of firepower to stop the horde." || Salissa Fortia || ⚜ "Tank of a Female Human." ⚜ "As she joined last minute, I haven't spoken to her much other than to reassure her of the situation. She did point a gun at me, but unlike the asari, she withheld fire until understanding receiving a explanation. She seems nice and reasonable, and when we parted ways she described me as 'adorable' in which I am curious about. It wasn't something I've been called before. Her shielding capabilities are sufficient and she's a bit of a brash woman as she charges. But it appears she's almost as tough as a average krogan. I look foreword in getting to know her." || Alria "Angel" Vicrinus || ✌ "Melee specialist." ✌ "The second Female Turian I have met in the group is the one who let us inside the Cerberus facility. Inside showing superior close combat techniques. As well as being the one to lead the group back out to rejoin the Assault Team. There was little time for conversation so I do not have much further data to speak of. But she is a good asset to the team." || Ethan Sartiel || ☕ "Reinforcement with sufficient firepower." ☕ "This Male Human recently joined. He has not given a name as of yet. Perhaps a bit reckless as he shot a powerful explosive, but perhaps he is just confident in his accuracy. Seems to lack urgency and process situations." || Aviza Norea || ✌ "Combat Medic." ✌ "The newest recruit of the team. A Combat Medic will prove efficient if we are exposed to further situations like with first mission."

Le Spectre s'est montré tout de suite à Vella, l'osant dire quelque chose hors de ligne et se détourner quand elle ne l'a pas fait. Il ne pouvait pas prendre une main douce avec ce groupe, pas tant qu'il ne pouvait pas vraiment leur faire confiance. Bien que les chances de ce qui se passe avant Sol est allé Supernova a rapidement chuté à zéro à la minute. Aegon a vu deux soldats mourir instantanément, déchirés en tant de débris et de viscères par un tour explosif. Il n'a pas été défait par la scène, mais il a été très contrarié par le mépris de Gile pour ses ordres. Il faudrait s'en occuper. Mais plus tard. Cependant, crédit où le crédit était dû, il avait été un tir stellaire et maintenant plusieurs soldats à proximité ont été encore stupéfaits par l'explosion. Dans le même temps, il a vu un autre soldat se faire sauvagement frapper à la tête deux fois. Son casque était cassé en deux et il était hors du combat, mais Aegon n'était pas sûr si l'homme tirait encore son souffle. Sa compagne s'est un peu mieux débrouillée que Salissa l'a roulé avec son bouclier et l'a assommé. Un homme a eu la tête arrachée de ses épaules par Ellis tandis que le béhémoth en arrière dans un mur avec une croûte écœurante tout en provoquant une autre explosion. Aegon soupira intérieurement. Il ne pouvait qu'espérer que le tunnel ne s'est pas effondré sur eux. Heureusement pour eux, la salle est restée pour la plupart intacte bien qu'elle secoua puis la poussière tomba du plafond. Malgré la sloppiness Aegon a dû admirer les résultats. Quelques instants et presque la moitié des soldats étaient déjà en panne. L'une des tourelles avait été détruite par Ellis et Aegon en avait détruit une autre. Aegon a dû admettre que Vella avait une idée solide quand elle a désactivé l'optique sur deux autres, faisant tourner les tourelles d'un protocole de sécurité et de se désactiver pour éviter un feu amical. C'est devenu redondant quand Skarr les a détruits avec son marteau et Rykarn a détruit les deux derniers avec des lancers de grenades habiles. Plus de poussière est tombée du plafond et Aegon a crié, faisant monter ses casques haut-parleurs, "Mentez le tunnel! Allez doucement sur les explosions! Je n'ai pas l'intention d'être enterré ici!" Malgré le volume, Aegon ne pouvait pas être sûr si Rykarn a entendu comme il a rapidement et brutalement pris trois autres hors du combat. Puis Skarr a enlevé les deux derniers tout aussi dur. S'ils n'étaient pas destinés à la morgue, ils passeraient un peu de temps à l'hôpital. Il n'en reste que trois. Autant s'amuser moi-même. Normalement, il a évité ce genre de théâtre, mais il pourrait être rentable de leur montrer ce qu'il pouvait faire. Les trois derniers Cerberus Troopers ont été ébranlés, distraits et dérobés par les explosions quasi constantes et la défaite rapide de leurs coéquipiers. Pendant un instant, leur sang-froid s'était brisé et ils ne savaient pas quoi faire. C'était tout le temps qu'Aegon avait besoin. Il a activé ses jets de saut et s'est chargé dans l'air. Il a engagé un coup de feu de son Mattock, le round concussive frappant une place de soldat dans le casque et le frappant au sol et hors du combat. Les deux derniers se sont tournés vers Aegon et il s'est enfilé un en route avec son fusil alors qu'il utilisait le dernier Trooper comme plaque d'atterrissage, les conduisant tous les deux au sol. Son poing s'est arraché et a frappé la tête du soldat dans le béton alors qu'il a tordu et a frappé le dernier dans le visage, craquant dans sa barre et l'assommer. Aegon se tint debout et s'inclina, "Bonne équipe de travail. Ils vont venir nous chercher. Rykarn, Skarr, Ellis, Salissa, empilez-vous près des portes. Giles raccroche. Vella, Tibérius, tu es en bas de gamme avec moi. Dès qu'ils ouvrent ces portes, quoi qu'il arrive, nous tenons notre terre et nous les brisons. Prépare-toi." Aegon s'est mis en position, a rechargé son fusil et a pris la couverture avec une ligne de vue claire au faux mur pendant que l'équipe est entrée en position. Ils n'avaient pas à attendre longtemps. Les portes se sont ouvertes et l'enfer s'est détaché. Les portes ont révélé un grand couloir et une autre escouade de Goons de Cerberus était en route. Sauf cette fois, une douzaine de mechs de FENRIS ont chargé le couloir de l'équipe tandis que l'escouade de Cerberus avait six Gardiens devant avec des boucliers lourds et un Centurion mène encore une douzaine de soldats d'assaut. Au loin, ils pouvaient voir deux ingénieurs avancer, se précipitant en position pour mettre en place plus de tourelles. Le pire a cependant été sauvé pour la dernière fois. Derrière eux, tous ont frappé un YMIR Mech, faisant trembler le sol à chaque pas. Aegon cria : "Laisse-les! Tout ce que vous avez!" Il a sauté dans un clip de rondes standard et il a roulé autour du coin, tirant une fois et frappant un FENRIS Mech dans la tête, le tuant et le faisant exploser dans des éclats pour étourdir les autres mechs et acheter l'équipe quelques secondes de couverture. Le YMIR mech a commencé à poser de lourds tirs de mitrailleuses sur les autres tandis que les Gardiens ont lentement avancé et tiré leurs armes. Aegon a esquivé de près un flot de balles lourdes, il a entendu le clin d'œil des grenades tandis que le Centurion et son équipe lançaient une volley aux positions près de la porte. Aegon a crié, espérant que l'équipe comprendrait, "Grenades de retour dans le trou!" Le système de tunnel propre était vieux et ne pouvait pas prendre beaucoup plus de punition, mais il semblait que Cerberus avait renforcé leur base qui pourrait probablement supporter la force d'explosifs lourds. S'ils pouvaient rendre à Cerberus leurs grenades, ils risquaient de ne pas être enterrés vivants.

Name: Aegon Partinax. Drakolix, a High Cipritine term for a race of mythical apex predators said to have stalked the Palevan wilderness in bygone eras; known for their bloodthirst, lethality, and cunning. Race: Turian Class: Havoc Soldier Age: 30 Sex: Male Appearance: Aegon is broad-shouldered and tall, standing at an imposing seven foot one. He weighs two hundred pounds and has the build of a life-long warrior. His carapce is snow white and his eyes are a rare shade of violet. His mandibles and crest are long and prominent; and his fringe is longer than average though not as long as Saren's infamously sinister fringe. Aegon's face paint is red and is an elaborate pattern that covers most of his head, proclaiming his heritage as a member of a prominent Cipritine clan. A Blackwatch tattoo, a black turian skull, covers his right upper shoulder while his left shoulder depicts two black wings; the mark of an Armiger flier. His carapace is marked by a multitude of old scars. Aegon was born a member of the Partinax clan, a family who had been fighting in wars since the Fuedal Ages. His father was the famed General Partinax, who had fought in the First Contact War, and his mother had been a captain in the navy and was of the Coronati clan; another prominent career military family. From a very young age, Aegon and his siblings had been raised to absolutely believe in the Hierarchy tenets of unity, duty, and victory at any cost. It was drilled in their heads that their destiny was to serve the Hierachy in the military and lay down their lives for the cause if need be. His parents both being high-tier and from prominent families, they had always been well provided for and grew up in comfort and luxury. Aegon was expected to be a proper turian, a paragon of the Hierarchy's tenets. This in fact bred his independent streak. Aegon had been a mischievous and curious child, creative in his childhood rebellions, but his father's lessons eventually convinced him of the merits of the cause and the necessity of ensuring the greater good of the Hierarchy. Though he never quite gave up being a trouble-maker. Despite this, he took to his studies intensely, finding immense satisfaction in learning to become a warrior. His parents taught him the basics of combat and strategy as soon as he could hold a stick. Aegon trained with mexta dueling, sharpshooting, hand-to-hand combat, and tactics and strategy long before he even set near bootcamp. Like the other children in his family, Aegon was being groomed for military command. All his siblings and cousins had completed officer school, so when his time came, it was only expected of Aegon to do the same. He spent two years in the Valluvian Officer's Academy, and excelled. He received stellar marks despite occasional disciplinary issues and graduated top of his class. The studies his parents had subjected him too had paid off and Aegon had been ahead of many of his classmates, both in strategy and in combat. In the academy, officer trainees took command of client race Auxiliary units for virtual training exercises and Aegon won many more exercises than he lost; nine times out ten with minimum casualties and maximum effectiveness. During training he had also displayed aptitude with melee weapons and jump-jet use as well as fireteam tactics. His skill and talent in warfare, coupled with just a nudge from his politically influential parents, led to his rapid advancement up a few tiers when he graduated. He was one of several recruits selected for special training, with a chance of mentoring under a Spectre and during this time he met Saren Arterius. Those close to him agree the older Turian made an impression on Aegon and by all reports, Saren had seen potential in the young recruit. However, while Saren recognized his talent, he recommended that Aegon first cut his teeth in the military to see what he was truly made of. As such, immediately after training he was made a Lieutenant in the 26th Armiger Legion and given command of a shock platoon. The platoon was often loaned out to the 43rd Marine Division when the big military needed effective shock troops and Aegon had the opportunity to train with soldiers from all over Council Space. He learned the methodologies and doctrine of the Salarians, Asari, and Humans; and even had the opportunity to train with Compact Drell fighters and Elcor living tanks. In training exercises, he soon learned to effectively coordinate with fighters of all stripes, seamlessly integrating a diverse array of combatants into a cohesive plan. When the time came for Aegon to undertake his first live-fire mission, Aegon acquitted himself tremendously; wiping out a pirate base in one lightning fast strike with no casualties to his own team. His career would continue as such for a few years, often working in tandem with army and marine divisions in fast and furious raids against separatists, slavers, pirates, and all manner of malcontents; His stellar record eventually caught the attention of Blackwatch, the best of the best in Turian Special Forces, and he was transferred to the illustrious unit as an XO to a veteran officer and a promotion to Captain. It was during his time with Blackwatch, working with Hierarchy units both in and outside Council Space on both highly prolific missions and deniable operations, that he once again met Visenya Victus, a skilled Hierarchy Military Intelligence operative, and daughter of the infamous General Adrien Victus, who had been an old comrade of his father's. Visenya was the unit's intelligence attache and helped plan and gather information for several operations. As his unit's XO, they came to have a close working relationship, that would eventually grow into something more as the years passed. Aegon proposed to Visenya shortly before he was promoted to Major and given command of his own unit. The wedding was a large affair and many operators from multiple militaries and luminaries from the prominent Partinax, Coronati, and Victus families were present. As a subordinate, Aegon had made an effective disciplinarian and major-domo, though he was not without his moments of self-inspiration despite orders. As a commander, he proved to have an even greater independent streak, often eschewing caution and doctrine for creative and destructive tactics. His career found him fighting Separatists on far-flung colonies, smashing pirate bases and slavery rings in the Traverse, and even assisting CDEM with Tuchunka peace-keeping missions. Virtually every mission Aegon led resulted in achievement of the mission directives, but often in ways that ran counter to traditional Hierarchy operations. He was very popular with his subordinates and fellow Operators but gained an unfavorable reputation among many superiors; and many in the underworld grew to fear him. Despite his liberties with decorum and doctrine, he was a valuable asset to the Hierarchy and was fated for even greater heights. His destiny was changed however on a mission involving a terrorist ring operating in a human colony in the Terminus that was preparing to strike a major Hierarchy training ground. Instead of consulting with the Alliance, Aegon deployed. They infiltrated the terrorist's base and would have eliminated the threat then if not for a chance encounter with an unarmed colonist. Aegon decided to tie up the man and let him live. The man later managed to slip his bonds and raise the alarm. The team discovered the colonists were actively harboring and assisting the terrorists and three members of his team were killed when hundreds of the townspeople rushed in with automatic weapons and mechs in addition to the terrorists themselves. Aegon and the rest of his team escaped, but without eliminating the ring leader. He realized he would not sneak in a second time and that there was no way to shoot his way in with his smaller team against a whole colony. His superiors would not authorize a ship-based bombardment, fearing public censure and war if Citadel forces were caught assaulting an independent colony. But the terrorists had to be eliminated in order to preserve secrecy and stop the plot. And so Aegon did something unthinkable. He contracted the help of a batarian pirate gang, and set them against the colonists. While the town burned, his team dropped in and eliminated the entire cell with extreme prejudice; killing the leader and clearing their base in a lightning attack that resulted in no casualties while gathering as much intel and crucial equipment as he could. As agreed, Aegon left the remaining arms and salvage to the Batarians but rebuffed them when they sought to take the colonists as slaves. Aegon challenged the pirate captain to a duel and killed him in single combat, allowing the surviving Pirates to leave with their credits and the colonists to live in the ruins of their town. Hundreds had died in the fighting, including many children. From intel salvaged from the mission, Aegon learned the name of the greater organization; Cerberus. Aegon did not attempt to conceal any of this from his superiors and was incredibly candid in his report. While Visenya and his XO lobbied intensely on his behalf, the brass saw the operation as a massive debacle and most moved to have him expelled from Blackwatch and demoted; with even a few speaking of a tribunal. However, operatives of office of Special Tactics and Reconnaissance caught wind of the incident and intervened. Saren Arterius and Tela Vasir had both heard of the operation and been impressed with the results; particularly Aegon's out of the box thinking and willingness to go to great lengths to achieve his mission. They spoke on his behalf to the Citadel Council to have him inducted into the Spectres. The Council agreed and Aegon was even given a promotion after his induction; a fact that still ruffles some feathers today. Visenya was also promoted to a senior position in the Council's personal intelligence service and the couple moved to the Citadel; though they still owned property on Palevan. Though he was sad to leave his unit behind, Aegon knew he could do the most good in the Spectres without the constraints of bureaucracy. And so for the next several years, Aegon proved himself to be an incredibly effective Spectre; an overwhelming hammer were others were a scalpel. With Visenya's help, he built a network of informants and allies, many with criminal tendencies, and gathered a crew of rogues and troubled servicemen after rescuing a decommissioned frigate from destruction. When the Council needed a threat dealt with quickly and thoroughly, Aegon was one of their top choices. Visenya gathered his intel, Aegon formulated the plans, and with his crew of cutthroats and outlaws, they did the bloody work that couldn't stain the hands of the Council. His notoriety quickly grew and his power base expanded. During this time, Aegon and Visenya had their twin children and life seemed great for the Spectre. Later, Shepard outed Saren as a traitor; a revelation that shook Aegon to his core. He had respected the man immensely and had severe doubts about himself and his methods as information of Saren's crimes and excess came to light. He requested to be the one to bring Saren back to face justice but was denied. Instead, Aegon was tasked with investigating the Geth and their seeming return to organic space. He found little and was on a visit home to the Citadel when Sovereign attacked. Aegon quickly gathered his family and sent them to the Destiny Ascension, pulling rank in order to gain admission, before leaving to the Citadel Tower to escort the Council to safety, along with a few other Spectres. Aegon was onboard the Destiny Ascension and paled when he witnessed the destruction of the peacekeeping fleet. In an extremely rare moment of his resolve breaking, Aegon was on the verge of deserting his post to flee the ship on a shuttle with his family before the Alliance came to save the Dreadnought at Shepard's behest. After Shepard killed Saren and saved the Citadel, Aegon was one of the doubters of Shepard's theory on the Reapers. He had respect for the man who saved his life and that of his family, but thought the affair to be a deception on Saren's part; a ploy to bring the Geth to his command. It was only later when Shepard was seemingly killed in a mysterious attack that his beliefs were challenged. They were shattered when Shepard returned from the dead and announced his intention to stop the Collectors. The Council did not allow any other Spectres to assist Shepard in his mission and Aegon decided to delve into the Citadel Archives to research all he could on the mysterious Collectors, the Geth, and the Reapers. During this time, he was deployed to Taetrus to assist Hierarchy forces with the pacification of the Facinus Separatist movement. He reunited with his father and father-in-law and was an instrumental part in the systemic dismantling of the Separatist opposition. When word came of Cerberus, Aegon remembered his old enemy, and was part of a Turian task force to assault Cerberus bases and bring their agents into custody. The operation was largely successful but the Illusive Man escaped their grasp. Meanwhile, Aegon learned more and more about the Reapers and came to the conclusion they were real and accepted them as a threat. After Shepard's arrest in the aftermath of the Bahak Incident, Aegon lent considerable support to Garrus Vakarian's task force. One of his siblings, a younger brother in the Marines, had been involved in a raid on a Cerberus lab run by the mysterious Director. His brother had been taken captive and attempted to escape before being killed. When Hierarchy reinforcements came, the Director was nowhere to be found. Aegon swore his honor on a vow to avenge his dead brother and bring the Director to justice, dead or alive, as well as to destroy Cerberus root and stem once and for all. He put his network to task on finding as much about Cerberus as physically possible, preparing to strike. The Reaper Invasion changed his plans tremendously. With his wife and children safe on the Citadel, Aegon took his shape and raced to Taetrus as it came under Reaper attack. He was the only ship to successfully enter the system, making a daring covert run as the Hierarchy fleets tried and failed to force their way into the system. Aegon tried to convince his father to evacuate before the Reapers landed but his father refused, preferring to stay with his men. Aegon, who had witnessed the destruction one Reaper was capable of, shot the General in the knee and carried him onboard, stuffing his ship with as many civilians as he could. He led several smaller vessels in a run to the relay with support from planetside forces and managed to evacuate numerous civilians, wounded personnel, and VIPS before the Reapers clenched their fist around the planet. Aegon returned to the Citadel before leaving to fight the Reapers. Visenya came with him, leaving their children in the care of their convalescing grandfather, Aegon and his crew taking action as the Council itself was paralyzed. They made contact with Alliance and Hierarchy forces and became an effective special asset, Aegon going on to lead several so called N7 missions. Used to leading both special forces professionals and criminals alike, he was uniquely suited to lead the diverse and eclectic teams of skilled fighters who arose to covertly fight the war. He was not the only one, with colleagues such as Jondom Bau falling in with the galactic resistance. Cerberus reared it's ugly heads once more, and Aegon took great personal pleasure in fighting the terrorist group on several fronts. He was away on mission when Cerberus attempted to overthrow the Council with Udina's help. This incensed and frightened Aegon, as his family was put in danger though General Partinax had kept them safe. Pulling several favors, he had his family relocated to Rannoch along with numerous other Turian refugees and wounded from Palevan and other worlds after Shepard managed to bring peace between the Flotilla and the Geth. The Perseus Veil was largely ignored by the Reapers and with the dextro-amino environment, Rannoch proved to be one of the most relatively safe placed for Turian refugees. General Partinax, healed now, joined the war effort and assumed a position in High Command to fight the Reapers. The Partinax family, with their Victus and Coronati allies, were one of the main blocs that pushed for the ambitious ground assault to liberate Palevan. Aegon had experience dealing with Krogan and was one of the few turians whom the Krogan fighters respected, in no small part due to his reputation when working with CDEM. He was instrumental in bridging relations between the two rival species and was one of the principal planners in the operation along with his wife, father, and father-in-law, who was now the Primarch of Palevan. It was he who suggested detonating warp bombs inside Reaper ships using turian kamikazes. The plan called for many valiant turians to sacrifice themselves and would mean the death of countless civilians, but would also mean the return of large swaths of the homeland to their control. High Command approved, and Aegon fought with the Turian and Krogan special forces operators on the ground in the largest joint operation in Hierarchy history. He was one of millions to witness the Reapers exploding in the air as the army retook several cities and territories. While Aegon acquitted himself in the war, it was not without cost. Many of his Blackwatch comrades died in the Miracle, and he watched his crew succumb to war one by one after dangerous mission after mission. Even other Spectres weren't immune, and many longtime friends and colleagues died fighting the Reapers or Cerberus. It was only Aegon, Visenya, and a handful of others left of the original crew when the time came to launch the final assault. He was on the Citadel, performing a service for fallen comrades when the Reapers came. Once more, Aegon rushed to rescue the Citadel Council though now with Visenya at his side. The pair rendezvoused with the Council and evacuated them and countless other evacuees to the Destiny Ascension as the fleets provided cover. Ignoring his orders, his own crew fought to give them covering fire and Aegon and Visenya could only watch and listen as the ship was lost with all hands to overwhelming Reaper attack. Thanks to their sacrifice and the sacrifice of many others, the Council was saved. With renewed fire and an even greater thirst for vengeance, the couple linked up with Primarch Victus' fleet en route to Earth for the final assault. They accompanied the Primarch on his flagship and were among the first Turians to land on Earth in the Hammer Assault. With his experience coordinating the Miracle, Aegon was instrumental in organizing the survivors of Hammer and the London Resistance into a coherent army to fight the massive Husk force. Aegon and Visenya fought side by side with Primarch Victus in London and saw the most hellish fighting in the war, even worse than Palevan. They attempted to charge the beam to the Citadel but had to drag Primarch Victus back to safety when the retreat was sounded. The Hierarchy forces held their line, but were on the verge of breaking; and Aegon had sustained numerous wounds. Death seemed imminent, but suddenly a red wave of energy enveloped the world and the Reapers were defeated. Aegon spent a short time recuperating on the liberated Citadel while Visenya helped her father coordinate with the humans. He found himself to be one of the most senior Spectres alive in the wake of the Reaper War and had gained much renown and influence for his central role in resisting the Reapers. Aegon canvassed the galaxy, searching for new Spectres to fill out the ranks while undertaking a few missions to ensure galactic stability during the reconstruction. Aegon and Visenya left to Rannoch to bring their children back to the Citadel and the family remains there to this day; though the family visits Palevan and plans to resettle there once the worst of the turmoil has passed. Aegon found no shortage of work and was always busy in the year that followed. When whispers of insidious threats rising to threaten galactic peace, Aegon decided to be proactive this time around. Along with other Spectres, and with support of Hierarchy High Command, Aegon and his fellows convinced the Council to form a Spectre-led covert task force to ensure stability and to neutralize threats to the galaxy before they became concrete and destructive. It would be a task force with no official authority and complete deniability, both made up of the best military operators and the deadliest independent agents. Task Force Katabasis was formed with Aegon as it's field leader. He requisitioned a Hierarchy frigate and assembled a new crew. He needed the best of the best for a ground team, no matter where they came from, and he had Visenya gather dossiers on likely candidates while he found the best support staff and crew he could, many of them with questionable records. The Council also saddled him with a partner Spectre, ostensibly so Aegon could train him but he suspected they wanted his "partner" to keep an eye on him should he step too far out of line. Aegon is a veteran of numerous deadly missions, several ship engagements, two massive battles, and the deadliest war in history but only time will tell if he can whip up the extreme personalities of his potential squad into a coherent fighting force to stop those that would threaten the galaxy at large. Whether or not he can, blood will be spilled. Psyche Profile: Aegon, at his core, is a career soldier from a long line of career soldiers. His family have been military commanders and war heroes since turian clans fought with swords and axes. As such, war is not just his duty, it is his life. He is never truly happy unless some crisis is being dealt with, and he is a man who would be ill at ease in peace. From a young age it was ingrained in him that it was his duty to protect the Hierarchy and maintain peace in the galaxy by serving in the military. As such, he has pursued his family calling even above and beyond what was expected of him. His central drive to protect the galaxy have morphed him into a man who has nearly no limits. The safety of the galaxy is paramount above all else, and Aegon will go to nearly any lengths to ensure that safety. If given the choice between killing ten to save a hundred, he would not hesitate. In the military he was known for ruthless and brutal tactics that quickly and decisively defeated the enemy as well as demoralizing them too much for them to ever raise arms again. Despite this, he takes no joy in inflicting harm, and in his mind only does what is necessary to keep innocent lives safe. This has resulted in a maverick of a man, a turian who will readily ignore orders when his judgement tells him it must be done. Aegon does not have a black and white view of the galaxy either, and is noted for having many contacts in the criminal underworld. He thinks of his network as a necessary evil to combat much worse offenders such as slavers, terrorists, pirates, and rogue governments. Even inter-species prejudices and xenophobia mean nothing to him. If something or someone can be used as a tool, he will not hesitate to use it in his mission. Aegon's unrelenting drive to safeguard Council space both make him an excellent Spectre and mark him as one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy. Despite all this, Aegon is not without his sentimental side. He is a noted family man, and is capable of forming long-lasting and meaningful friendships and is famed for his acerbic wit. His family and those he love are what keep him tethered to the galaxy and stop him from truly becoming a soulless killing machine, and those he holds dear are the one thing that challenge his devotion to the so-called greater good. Specialty: Aegon is a Spectre, the best of the best. In officer training, he excelled, achieving top marks in the prestigious Valluvian Academy and graduating top of his class. Instructors noted Aegon's creativity, tenacity, pragmatism, and confidence in command. He excels at fireteam tactics and is no stranger to war room meetings, having studied every major military leader and battle in Turian history; as well as the military history of many other races. Whereas other Spectres are master infiltrators and spies, Aegon is a frontline combatant through and through. After completing officer training he was placed in the 26th Armiger Legion, cross-training with the Salarian, Asari, and Human militaries and taking part in countless daring raids before finally being placed in the legendary Blackwatch special forces unit as an officer. While he understands the value of stealth and subterfuge, his preferred methodology is to hit his targets in a surprise attack with overwhelming force and destroy them thoroughly before they even have time to react. Aegon is meticulous in his planning however, preferring to know all the variables and account for all details before he strikes, but is still flexible enough to modify plans on the fly when the situation warrants it. He helped plan several raids against Hierarchy enemies of all stripe and before he was discharged, was one of the most highly decorated infantry officers in Blackwatch history, earning several accolades. He excels at lightning strike missions and is one of the Hierarchy's top experts in counter-insurgency operations, earning a bloody reputation among Turian Separatists. After years of training and combat, Aegon honed his skills to a razor edge. His natural athleticism was further enhanced with the latest in genetic enhancements and his speed and reflexes are legendary. He was trained to survive in a variety of hostile environments with nothing but his wits and is a master in both tracking and evasion. In close quarters combat, he is a master of the pistol and assault rifle; able to draw and land a clean headshot faster than the blink of an eye. Aegon is also recognized as one of the top martial artists in the military, a master of several unarmed styles as well as omniblade, knife and sword techniques. He is an expert with jump-jets, seamlessly blending high-speed propulsive maneuvers with melee attacks and is able to accurately fire when hovering in the air. Simply put, Aegon is one of the deadliest warriors in the galaxy. He also has extensive connections in the Citadel government, knows special forces operators in several foreign militaries, and has significant pull in the Hierarchy; being on a first name basis with more than one Primarch and numerous members of Turian High Command. His father is the famed General Partinax, and Aegon himself is a member of the upper citizenship tiers; as such he is one of the most influential members of the Hierarchy and commands political influence to rival most galactic politicians, business magnates, and flag officers. Aegon has an uncanny talent to acquire useful, if dangerous and unconventional, operational assets, often from dubious origins; and in the course of his Spectre tasking has built a formidable resource network. It is rumored he has contacts in criminal organizations all over the Terminus systems. As such he was the natural choice to head the covert Task Force Katabasis as it's field leader. Powers/Skills: Havoc Strike Stimulant Pack Adrenaline Rush Frag Grenade Flashbang Grenade Concussive Shot Cain Trip Mine Equipment and Resources: M-96 Mattock Heavy Rifle M-77 Paladin Heavy Pistol Fragmentation and Flashbang Grenades Cain Trip Mines Numerous military-issue talons hidden on his body A monomolecular mexta sword, a personal family heirloom named Sacrifice Dual omni-blades An Personal Propulsion Unit Medium Phantom Armor "I said no." The Batarian's nose burst into a red spray as Aegon's fist crunched into his face, knocking the man flat on his back. The pirate instinctively reached for his gun, but choked when Aegon pressed his foot into his windpipe as his comrades leveled a wide array of weapons directly at Aegon. The Turian, foot on the pirate, gun aimed at the ring-leader, was eerily calm as his own team leveled their weapons right back at the Batarians. The pirate captain snarled, "Let him go." "I will, once you agree that the colonists will be left alone." "We had a deal, bird-nosed scum." "We did, but that was for salvage. Not people." "These human rats, are salvage. We did your dirty work for you, now we take our prize. Skilled laborers and pretty women will help us recoup our losses. Good men died for you Turian." The town was in flames, various prefabs in pieces while all around dead humans littered the ground next to some Batarians. The dirt was stained with blood and moans and wails could be clearly heard over the roaring of the fires. One girl was crying next to a man with a large hole in his chest and several dozen men, women, and children looked on with panicked eyes as snarling varren with their Batarian handlers stood nearby with guns drawn. "They died certainly, and you will be handsomely rewarded for it. With all the weapons and tech left in that base. But the people stay." His team was outnumbered five to one, but they showed no signs of nervousness. Their black helmets hide their expressions and their bodies were absolutely stable shooting platforms. They arrayed themselves in a circle, rifles with clear shots on the captain and several other targets in overlapping fields of fire. There was no cover, they were surrounded, but the Batarians were the ones sweating. They had watched a small team of six destroy a whole base of armed terrorists and leave virtually unscathed. Aegon was the only one whose face can be seen, but he showed just as much emotion. "That's not going to happen Turian. Let us leave with the humans and I'll let you all go. Hell I'll even give you a discount for our services. But this is none of your business. You didn't seem to care about civilians when you had us attack. This is just us collecting the spoils of war." "War is war. Slavery is slavery." The Batarian under his foot continued to wheeze, barely able to breath as Aegon and the Captain stared each other down, neither backing down. Aegon could not, would not let them take the humans as slaves. And the Captain couldn't back down in front of his men without looking weak. Neither would leave the confrontation without severe casualties if a fight broke out, though Aegon was confident he and his men could wipe out the majority of the pirates and the captain before the team was completely incapacitated. He couldn't call for air support from his ship either. The frigate would have no kinetic barriers in atmosphere and the Batarians had enough fire power to bring it down. They were at an impasse and it seemed the only way he and his men would leave this confrontation alive was if they let the pirates take the humans. He listened to the cries of the little girl, smelled the burning flesh. He couldn't let them take the humans. But his duty to his men outweighed his duty to humans who weren't even Citadel citizens. He had to choose one. Unless... "Let's settle this the old way then. The way my forefathers did, and yours if memory serves. One on one, me against you. First blood. No guns. If I win, you leave the colonists alone, take the salvage, and go. If you win, you let us leave unharmed and take the colonists and the salvage." The Batarian scrunched two of his eyes in thought while the man under Aegon's foot choked out, "Brother don't-" "Shut up, Kol." The Batarian glowered, "You think I'm stupid? You turians train with your talons since you can all walk. And you're Special Forces. In a bare knuckle brawl, I don't stand a chance. Same as if we had a shoot out." "I didn't say anything about hand-to-hand. I said no guns. Omni-tool functions, knives, fists, biotics, anything you like. Just as long as there's no guns or grenades. Fair fight." "Hmm. How do I know you'll honor your end?" Aegon stared back before suddenly lifting his foot off of the younger Batarian under his boot. The man gasped for breath, rolling on the floor as Aegon kept his gun up. The man got to his knees, crawling for a bit, before finding his feet and unsteadily walking to his brother. The Captain gestured and a man came forward to take him into the fold, keeping his gun up the whole time. "A show of good faith." The Captain smiled pointedly, "And how do you know I won't kill all of you when I beat you? In fact what's to stop me from killing you all now?" "Because my ship is hearing every word. They might not have precision turrets but they do have bombs, missiles, and cannons. You kill us now or betray my men, and there won't be enough left of you to fill a thimble." The Batarian frowned, "You'd kill all of the humans? Just like that? I thought you wanted to protect them?" "I would be doing them a favor. I've seen what your kind does to slaves. You have my word I will honor the terms of the deal. And you have my word I will make sure you will be blown to hell if you betray it. Do we have an agreement?" The Batarian's expression became pensive and a long moment passed where Aegon's finger tensed, anticipating him to order his men to open fire. Then the man said, "On my world we don't fight to first blood. We fight to the death." "Then that's how it'll be." "Then you have a deal, Turian," He tilted his head to the left and dropped his gun. Aegon nodded back and holstered his pistol. A voice filtered over the radio, "You don't have to do this. I can have another team on the ground in a few minutes. Just give the word." Aegon said nothing and drew his sword, placing his feet apart and gripping the curved blade in both hands, standing sideways with the weapon raised. The Captain stepped forward and his armor grew spikes while glowing blue whips trailed down from one hand and an omni-tool materialized in the other. The men stared each other down. Seconds turned into eternity as they looked into each other's eyes. Everyone, even the humans, were absolutely silent and the world shrunk to just Aegon and the batarian across from each other. He waited. The Batarian made the first move, firing ballistic blades from his omni-tool before following with an electrified submission net. Aegon ducked beneath the blades and raised his sword, the monomolecular blade slashing right through the net as he twisted and drew several throwing talons, before sending them flying at the Batarian. The pirate jumped to the side and Aegon fired up his thrusters, jumping into the air before plummeting toward the man with his sword raised high. The Batarian stepped backward and lashed at Aegon's foot with his biotic whip, wrapping the dark energy tendril around his boot and pulling Aegon toward him as his omni-tool glowed in the shape of an enforcement gauntlet. Aegon flung another dagger and the captain threw up his gauntlet to shield his face, Aegon speeding up with his thrusters once more and charging directly at his opponent. The Batarian saw him coming and dissipated his whip, throwing up a disk shaped barrier just in time to deflect the sword. Aegon ducked low and swept the Batarian's leg before slashing at his side but the kick rebounded off of his bladed armor, and scratched Aegon's leg plating while the blades caught Aegon's sword in the torso armor. The Batarian, shield still up, threw his fist back and lashed out with a charged enforcement gauntlet. Even with his enhanced durability and armor, the blow would have severely inured if not outright maimed or killed Aegon. But Aegon was too fast and swayed to the side, avoiding his blow before striking him in the arm with his own elbow. The bladed armor cut Aegon but the man grunted in pain and twisted to the side, exposing his head from behind the shield. Aegon cut with his free hand and his sharp talons clawed down the man's cheeks making him shout in pain and recoil. Aegon drew back his sword and spun, attacking and battering the biotic shield with quick, precise, and strong strikes. The man was forced to his knees and Aegon knew the barrier would fail eventually. The pirate knew that too and he deflected the sword once more before collapsing the shield. Aegon flew backwards with his thruster pack just as the man detonated his blade armor. Shrapnel cut at his armor but he was protected from the worst of it. The pirate created another whip and struck the ground right in front of Aegon, blowing up dust and debris and forcing him backward. Aegon jumped up into the air and another whip wrapped around his sword, pulling him down. Aegon released the sword and materialized dual omni-blades, killing his thrusters to dive at the Batarian. The man raised his omni-tool and Aegon activated his thusters to dodge to the side and avoid the ballistic blades. He landed with a roll on the ground and lashed out with his omni-blades, both of them cutting across the Batarian's now normal armor. The man cursed, wounded, and aimed a swift kick at the Turian. Aegon grabbed the leg with both hands and twisted his body, flipping the Batarian and smacking him down to the ground. Aegon swiftly kicked him in the side, driving out his breath and another omni-blade appeared in his hand, driving forward to bury itself in the batarian's chest. The Batarian roaring, wrapped his fist in blue energy and stuck his hand out as the blade rushed forward. A biotic blast threw Aegon back and he used retro-thrusters to arrest his movement and land softly. The Batarian charged forward, enforcement gauntlet glowing. Aegon tried to fly to the side, but a whip wrapped around his chest and held him in place as the fist came flying. Aegon threw up his arm and hopped to the side. The gauntlet glanced off of his arm and blew the thruster pack on his shoulder to pieces. Aegon was thrown to the ground and the Batarian raised both arms to finish him off with dual whips. Aegon's hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword and he rolled forward, too close for the Batarian to strike. As he passed, he came to a crouch and struck at the Batarian's side, sprinting forward before turning to cut his back. The Batarian cried out and twisted back to swing at Aegon with a whip but Aegon ducked under the whip and lashed out, cutting deep into his arm. The pirate stumbled and tried to raise his other arm but Aegon knocked the arm back down with a foot before slashing him across the chest, stepping forward, and driving the sword straight into Batarian's chest. His sword popped out from the man's back and Aegon stood there, close as a lover, as the man breathed shallowly right next to his ear. His body drooped and Aegon allowed it to slide off of his sword. The Batarian's brother cried out and rushed to the man, sobbing and shouting frantically trying to apply medi-gel while the captain breathed unsteadily and the blood pooled beneath his body. His eyes glazed over and he muttered incoherently as Aegon stared at him. Aegon flicked the blood off of the sword and looked at the blood spreading in the dirt, filling his field of vision and staining his boots. He looked into the pirate's eyes, drew his pistol, and shot him twice in the head. Notes - Aegon's treatise on small-unit tactics and counter-insurgency is required reading in Hierarchy officer training. - He holds a championship medal for the Palevan swordsmanship tournament, and won several sparring competitions in Blackwatch and units and ships he was attached to. He also won several pistol fast draw competitions. - His wife is Primarch Victus' daughter, they have a twin boy and girl with another child on the way. - Aegon is often used as a bedtime story to frighten children by both colonists in far-flung outposts and low-tier citizens in the mega-cities. Turian Separatists think of him as one of their greatest enemies and he has garnered equal parts hatred and respect among several krogan clans due to his joint-operations with CDEM. - In the aftermath of the Reaper War, Aegon is lobbying strongly to attain the position of Warden of the Citadel, an ancient military title bestowed in times of great emergency. This would grant him command of all the Citadel peacekeeping fleets. Several in Special Tactics and Reconnaissance back his campaign while many others say the title should fall to Commander Shepard.

Ja'Far a été légèrement surpris par le manque de réaction de la VI à son tir. Il a supposé qu'ils étaient conduits vers la lutte contre le feu au-delà d'eux, les coups de feu à l'extérieur augmentant rapidement en volume. Il semblait que l'équipe de distraction rencontrait une résistance assez forte, mais il doutait qu'ils seraient ralentis d'une manière considérable. Avec plusieurs krogans et plusieurs avant-gardes, il devine que l'ennemi sera rapidement écrasé sous leur puissance combinée. Il détendit son emprise sur son fusil, le tenant prêt alors qu'il regardait les mechs marcher à partir, laissant derrière lui les étincelles. Il a dû admettre, il a été impressionné par la façon dont cette équipe fonctionne actuellement. Rayes'Xum a prouvé sa valeur dans ses compétences en hacking/tech, les lignes de scripts et de code ont été difficiles pour lui à suivre même comme quelqu'un qui a été versé dans la technologie. Il n'était pas une sorte de génie, il a pris un peu trop de temps à saboter et à hacker qu'il ne voudrait dans le moment instantané pour le moment des combats. En réalité, contrairement à ce que la plupart des gens croyaient que les combats étaient, ce n'était pas le ralenti. Il a été rapide, difficile à suivre et la plupart des situations de combat vont se terminer rapidement. Ce n'était pas le long siège de slog que vous verriez dans une sorte de vie, seuls les soldats ou les exceptionnellement talentueux pouvaient suivre à quel point tout était rapide. Ça semble trop facile. L'ancien légionnaire regardait de façon suspecte autour de la pièce, grinçant lentement à la gâchette. Comme si presque sur le signal, un groupe de soldats du Cerberus a couru dans la pièce, armes à la disposition. Deux mechs FENRIR ont été lancés vers les Turians et Rayes qui étaient actuellement occupés par le piratage. Phalanx était rapide sur ses pieds et a désactivé le lancement du FENRIR au Quarien avant de commencer à épingler l'autre mech. Cependant, comme il a vu tout cela se produire en quelques secondes, il a vu l'objet rond actuellement blessant vers lui. Les yeux s'élargissant par surprise, il souleva son bras omni-outil pour utiliser l'incinération sur la chose soufflée. Heureusement, la grenade a été rapidement déviée par le propre incinérateur du Geth susmentionné, ce qui l'a fait exploser en plein air. Il a respiré un soupir de soulagement avant de se jurer. Il était impardonnable, d'avoir été si lent dans la réaction. Si ce n'était pas pour Phalanx, Ja'Far aurait pu s'incinérer beaucoup trop près de sa propre position, pas s'effondrer le balcon dans lequel il était actuellement. Se rappelant de remercier le Geth plus tard et de s'entraîner beaucoup plus dur à secouer la rouille, il a préparé un autre tir. Il s'est retourné à trois rafales, pensant qu'il serait plus utile pour ces adversaires blindés. C'est alors que le combat ralentissait pour lui, que les prières divines étaient sur ses lèvres. Il ralentit sa respiration en regardant à travers sa portée une fois de plus alors qu'il zoomait sur le soldat le plus proche de Rayes alors qu'il tirait sur la position d'Anderson. Son rythme cardiaque ralentit, sa vision se limite à la cible dans ses yeux. Il a inhalé, zoomé sur la jambe du soldat. L'Inciseur a chanté une fois de plus, deux rafales de trois tours en succession rapide, tout branlement réduit par son épaule alors qu'il exhalait. La première rafale a été déviée par la barrière, la quatrième ronde le perçant comme les deux autres ont frappé à la maison. Les deux ont tiré dans sa cuisse, faisant descendre le chien dans la douleur. Il s'est visiblement branlé et est tombé en embrayant sa jambe. Le tireur a ajusté son but à un autre soldat alors qu'il regardait son camarade descendre dans la douleur et a tiré deux autres rafales sur lui, le faisant descendre alors que le soldat lui embrayait aussi la cuisse dans la douleur. Le feu lui fut rapidement dirigé et le boogeyman s'empara rapidement de ses boucliers clignotant légèrement, à la recherche de l'endroit où il plaça son clip. Bien que l'Incisor ait eu un clip assez grand pour un fusil de sniper et un mode d'éclatement construit, sa puissance de feu était gravement insuffisante et il ne pouvait désactiver ses adversaires qu'à ce moment-ci. Éjectant la cartouche de chaleur, il continua à prier sous son souffle. "-le Pilier d'Orientation qui me regarde. Je te prie de bénir Miń sur mes yeux impies, Je supplie pour ton salut par le feu-"

"Ja'Far in his rare moment of relaxation" "Blessed be the holy Pillars of the Divine and Athame, who dost bring blessing upon thou fulsome eyes and thou strength to give redemption to thine enemies through holy fire. Amen." Race: Batarian Class: Infiltrator Age: 39 Sex: Male Appearance: He stands at 6'4" (197 centimetres), a respectable height in the tall Batarian race. Ja'Far has dark to tannish brown skin, worn and stretched from years of back breaking work. One scar adorns his face just above his upper left ridge, running downwards straight through the eye just under till it stops. The socket remains empty, a black marble placed the eye's stead. This is seen as a sign of banishment, a scar for the punished who do not deserve the four holy eyes given by the Pillars and thus such an individual could not move on to the afterlife. Those who have been scarred are labelled as pariahs and doomed to walk the planes of limbo between life and death, even if said scar came through service and not punishment. His three other eyes hold a fiery defiance to the galaxy, an appearance that many Batarian survivors hold as their once proud, might if but stagnant race falls into disgrace. Ja'Far has two golden rings pierced into each ear, a sign of middle-caste status and a distinctly military background within the former Hegemony. He has a large muscular frame and carries himself high, rigid posture honed from militant discipline, chin held high with shoulders pulled backwards. The seriousness he always holds himself in can either be respected or laughed at by others. Ja'Far typically wears a loose sleeveless grey shirt, black pants and dark military boots. He carries with himself a necklace with a small idol of the Pillar of Strength on it, made of marble and gold with etchings of holy text scratched unto the surface. One's of hope and redemption, the power of the four holy eyes and those who carry them. Cigarettes often find their way in his mouth, the smell of them tingling his sensitive nose. Dark gloves and arm wraps cover more holy scripture, tattooed unto his arms. These carry a darker message, reminders of the fate of the pariahs, resurgence through cruelty and punishment, the wrath of the Gods upon the pitiful and weak. Backstory: Ja'Far was the second son of a middle-caste family back in the old Hegemony, born on his homeworld of Khar'Shan. His parents were strict and cruel although these were seen as a blessing by most Batarians later in life, better for the young to see cruelty in their own supposed loved ones first before stepping out into an even harsher galaxy. He however, hated it. They were abusive, beating him constantly, blaming him for the current shame their family was in even though that had nothing to do with either. They blamed him for his unknown older brother's escape from the family, ascending higher through the ranks of the caste system to the Holy Raiders. Some may see this as a point of pride and an influx of income but Ja'Far's brother kept all this new wealth to himself and thus kept his family down a caste or two. His parents were malicious and spiteful, a hurricane of anger. During the tentative times of peace within his household, there was always a thick tension in the house between them and him. They did not love him and hated him for things his brother did earlier before. This led to the younger Batarian hating both him and his parents wholeheartedly. This rough childhood made him grow up and mature much quicker than most petulant and snobbish Batarian children, developing a serious outlook on life. Throughout these younger years however, there was an aspect that he could back fondly at. His parents, suffering and torture be to their ascended souls, owned one Asari slave. Praised for their beauty, the reasons these slaves were owned was more for status rather than any type of labour work, which was done by their second son of course. She was a maiden, young and boisterous, sold cheap to the family by a family friend. An Asari of a deep blue. She was led around in a collar into Ja'Far's household, head drooped downwards, naked quivering body bare for all to see. His father grinned lecherously at her, his mother seemingly indifferent towards her. In the couple of days, the second son of the Balak naturally avoided the stranger. At the age of eleven, he was yet to be influenced by the harsh propaganda the Hegemony instilled into it's people and still saw the family slave as another living sentient being. Their first encounter was during his parent's anniversary. They left him at home as usual, leaving him to his own devices as they spent their money throwing a party of "great importance" in honour of their own "holy marriage". In reality, they were probably taking in a line of Red Sand and cheating on each other in one of the various "illegal" slave brothels within Khar'Shan. As per usual, he began to walk his way into the kitchen for cooking dinner, only to find the young maiden almost setting the house on fire. "What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, running towards the pan on fire with a horrified expression on his face. The slave was promptly bowled over and hit her head on the nearby table as Ja'Far quickly sprayed cooling liquids all over the flame. As the sizzling blue goop sizzled with heat, he turned towards the Asari who was currently rubbing her head in embarrassment and injury. He crossed his arms and tried to look like his threatening and aggressive father which of course looked comical on a young Batarian such as himself. He glared. "Do you realise what you could have done? You could have burned the whole house for The Pillars' sake!" He pointed at the now ruined and blackened pan "Father and Mother are going to have our heads for this." The slave quickly lowered her head down on the floor and bowed, keeping her mouth shut as she awaited punishment for her mistake. Ja'Far's eyes soften3: from a glare, crouching down towards the Asari's level. "It's fine" he whispered softly, hesitantly placing a small hand on her shoulder "I-I'm not going to punish you like my parents do. All I want to know is what you were trying to do." The Asari looked up from her kneeling position and sat up straight, young bright eyes staring back at his own black orbs. She had a defiance to her, a look of challenge hidden amongst the cloudy eyes of those who have emptied their tears. "I was trying to cook for you, young master" She lowered her head in shame rather than instinct or slave doctrine "I uh, failed young master." Ja'Far sighed, scratching his ridge in exasperation. He stood and inclined for her to do the same, making her realise that he was quite tall for his age. He turned and threw the pan into the bin, procuring a new one out of the cabinet. "Don't try and cook, the extent of your slave duties in the household is to look pretty and help around with cleaning and such. I however have to do the cooking and the more manual work that your frame can't handle. Sit down and I'll cook for us." Batarian cuisine was centred on the idea of smelling the food rather than just the taste of it. The smell added texture and layer to the meal, each whisper of smoke must give add a different flavour for the food to be perfect. The taste was always rather bland but the strong poignant smells always made up for it. As Ja'Far put the last ingredients unto the dish, he plated them up and put them upon the table. He invited the Asari on the table, a practice regularly looked down upon in Batarian society. She looked at him wide-eyed before proceeding to sit and shove as much food into her mouth as possible. She must've been starved as a slave and this was more food than most slaves would normally get. The Batarian scratched his ridge again before handing over his own plate of food which was then promptly emptied a minute later. "Done?" He inquired, a suddenly tired but soft look on his face. She patted her stomach and sighed in peace, smiling as she relaxed in the chair. The Asari quickly opened her eyes as if she just realised that he was watching her eat his own meal. Frantic apologies escaped her mouth but the second son silenced her, merely signalling to calm down. They sat in awkward silence. "My name is Siarus, young master" she began, breaking the quiet "I thank you for your kindness in giving this meal although I don't understand why you did so." She bowed her head downwards. "I live a simple life here. No friends, no other family, only my wicked parents for company." Ja'Far reclined in his chair sat his boots up on the table, hands intertwined behind his head "In truth, I am lonely. Tired. I am in need of company, of something more. I... I was hoping you'd break the monotony a bit." The now named Siarus looked at him inquisitively for a moment, as if questioning whether this was true or not but quickly devolved into a cheery face. She voiced her approvals and thus, a friendship was born. For six blissful years of his life, Ja'Far had an honest friend. Siarus proved to be exuberant, full of life and brought wonders into the monotony of hate and anger that cycled through the household. They soon became each other's crutches, leaning against the other when one was down. It was moments of alone time in which their friendship blossomed. She taught him about the divine Athame, or what she remembered of it when she was an even younger maiden under her mother, and thus he created his own belief. A mix of Athame-worship (who he believed to have also created the mighty Batarian race alongside the beautiful Asari. Siarus giggled at him as he explained) and the use of the holy ideology and scriptures of the Divine Pillars. They were quiet in their rebellion against the elder Balaks, showing it in support of the other when they were punished. They grew to have compassion for one another, and often sought the other for happiness and support. For Ja'Far, it was bliss. It may have been the reason he held quite extremist views towards slaves in the Hegemony at the time. Their friendship developed further, turning into a love akin to brother and sister. Her laughter was like music to his ears and he learned so much from her. But it was all finished in a bloody end. The dripping knife in his mother's hand. His father and Siarus. Jealousy was the cause. Baseless, drunken anger on his mother's part. Pulping rage, red mist in his eyes. Bloody fists, raw knuckles. His mother's head on a pike, burned alive. Thirteenth birthday celebration. Ja'Far was given a choice for the murder of his mother and the shaming of the Balak family name. Either be sentenced 12 years a slave miner in the pits of Khar'Shan or serve in the first penal legion of the Hegemony. Certain death or possible death. He chose the second sentence. He was framed, broken-hearted but was still pulsing with rage as he threw himself among the varren of the 1st Penal Legion. His eyes scarred and sliced, a sign of disgrace and shame. The training was cruel and harsh, designed to kill off most of the Legionnaires within the service. Live fire drills, excruciating punishments for the smallest of slights, hours laying in the sun praying with cruel Priests of Redemption, whipping their backs and beating them with batons. Each day was filled with back-breaking work, designed to inflict as much physical pain in between lectures and drills, leaving the sentenced Legionnaires broken and tired. Many fell in this first year. Either to the harsh punishments of taskmasters and priests, the harsh weather of Khar'Shan or the pitiful living conditions they were given. Many also broke mentally as the days passed, forcing others to either restrict them while they sleep or kill them with already broken knuckles. Five thousand became a hundred. Murderers, cutthroats, uprising slaves, rapists, thieves, heathens. All of them young, fit and in the prime of their lives. All criminals in the eyes of the Hegemony. The Hundred became a tight web of close bonded relationships between those who were broken repeatedly over the course of one year. Friendships rarely formed however, comrades as they were, it was most likely that the man or woman next to you was one of the most fucked up people in the galaxy. The Hundred operated in twenty five man teams, each led by a harsh Taskmaster and a Priest of Redemption. Some squads were formed to be the perfect, mighty soldiers of the old Hegemony while others were more like ravenous berserker beasts in battle. They destroyed slave rebellions, foiled the plans of sabotage among dissenting politicians, disgracing families of those who spoke too loosely about their disapproval of the Hegemony. They traversed the political world of the Hegemony, a hidden dagger held against the throat of those who thought to step out of their place. The Hundred became thirty. Mission after mission, decade after decade, they fought and bled for a country who had no love for them. They were criminals after all, not even deemed fit to ascend to the afterlife. Not even deemed fit to join the slaver gangs of Terminus. The Reapers hit. The thirty became five. Then one. Ja'Far looked down at the husks at his feet, Cannibals he believed they were called. His former taskmaster lay at his feet, turned into a disgusting indoctrinated mess of a life form. He poked at it one last time, with his rifle, cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the final transport on the planet, some backwater shithole his team had holed up in during this mess as news of the Reaper's defeat reached his Omni-tool. The brown-skinned Batarian scratched his ridge in exasperation and looked up at the sky. "Athame and the Divine, I prithee that thou shalt shine my way for I have no fucking idea what I am going to do." Psyche Profile: Ja'Far is tired. He has bled and fought in the political world of one of the harshest countries in the galaxy. He has killed women and children, master and slave. Over the course of his service, he has pillaged worlds with pirates, done countless sins, killed dozens of powerful politicians and has made the downfall of a High Caste political family. This turmoil made him a boogeyman amongst the Hegemony Elite and thus made him a target as the hidden dagger. He is a proud, mighty soldier but one shrouded more in darkness than most. Constant prayers adorn his lips, praying for forgiveness and mercy. Ja'Far was a religious man, though believed in his own mix of Athame-worship and the Pillars of the Divine. Scriptures were often carried into battle by those in the Penal Legion, those who didn't were often flogged for not praying to the Pillars. He believes in redemption through fire, the only way a soul can be cleansed is if they are beaten and broken. Luxuries and riches are often detested by him but unlike most traditionalists in Batarian society, he had no adversity against love and happiness but found peace as a sweet but far reaching dream. Happiness comes few and far between, only the cold, if exhausted and exasperated, visage of a soldier is left behind. The few things that bring him happiness would be any homage back to his blissful past with Siarus. Even the mere colour of her skin on another Asari could bring back fleeting memories of her, most of then broken and shattered from the conditioning of the Hegemony. Even through this conditioning, he held strong and still holds a strong sense of individuality that he preserved from his youth. Happiness comes from thinking of the pieces of his broken past, piecing them together in calm meditation. He is defined well as a loner but operates in squad environments with almost frightening efficiency. Anger comes lesser than even happiness. In his first five years as Legionnaire, he was fuelled with rage. Pulsing, ravenous rage that would have made any self-respecting Krogan proud. However, that Ja'Far lost fuel. There was only so much blood you could use to appease your anger. Instead, any type of rage is quickly followed by exasperation and the weight of his stressful years. However, if anyone was to try and actually provoke this mighty though exhausted soldier, he would devolve into a ravenous berserker beast, very different from the calmer lonely sniper he specialises as. He enjoys meditation in his own time, prayers to the holies of his faith, sleeping and reading. Ja'Far enjoys mostly solitary activities however loves to experience the occasional thrill of doing whatever the fuck the others were doing. And yes, he swears. A lot. Specialty: A marksman, a recon specialist with an eye for stealth. Ja'Far may be a proud soldier but he would rather pick enemies off from a distance or from behind than get up close and dirty. He may be no galaxy renowned Garrus Vakarian but he was an experienced professional, no natural talent but a strict training regime backing him up anyhow. His job is to enter the building first and leave first, the light armour protecting little of his person as he is not suited for the front lines. His job is to confuse and sabotage, not destroy everything in his path. His specialisation as a reconnaissance man however doesn't stop his other talents shine through.Interrogation and intimidation were important during his time as a legionnaire and could prove vital to get any information they may need to known about. Powers/Skills: Disruptor Ammo Sabotage Tactical Cloak Incinerate Excellent Marksmanship Minimal technical know-how Basic leadership skills Interrogation and intimidation skills Equipment and Resources: M-29 Incisor M-6 Carnifex Sticky Grenades Recon Hood Standard Tactical Black Hard-suit Hooked interrogators knife Sample Post: "Target inbound, 0800 timeframe confirmed. Mission has go ahead. Target is en route to your position Ja'Far, please confirm." Ja'Far relaxed into his rifle, the rain on this infuriatingly wet planet beating down on his prone body. He had been here, laying still for five hours now, waiting for the go ahead on the mission. Mud formed around his abdomen, his light kinetic barriers flickering in the rain. Lightning struck against the still dark morning of the planet, thunder echoing soon afterwards. He was prone on top of a cliff's edge, surrounded by local fauna, overlooking a small lane of road paved through the thick jungle. The small creaks of strange alien insects and animals filled his ears, three eyes peering into the scope as he tracked a small vehicle running gliding the jungle. As a single drop of water slowly slid down his cheek, Ja'Far voiced his confirmation with a resigned voice. "Aye, target in sight Taskmaster. Preparing to fire, over." He calmly checked over his rifle, checking the kinks and workings of it. It was a standard Batarian-type, filled with illegal explosive chemicals and modded to be one of the most deadly rifles out there. He leaned into the rifle, keeping it snug against his shoulder as he let his cheek rest upon the stock. A prayer to Athame and the Pillar of Guidance on his lips, he pulled the trigger. There was a loud crash and a boom in the distance, a fiery explosion breaking the monotony of jungle life on the planet. He let out a sigh as he looked upon the burning wreckage. He opened his comms. "Target eliminated, proceeding to designated extraction point." However, as Ja'Far was about to high tail it out of there, he got another order from his communications bead, this time from his squad's latest Priest. They were often killed in the first couple of missions due to their almost rabid extremism to give sinners on the other side "redemption through their holy blade". They usually watched their resident Priests be killed by rounds peppering their body as they tried to use swords against guns. It never worked out well. The sound of an old crone crackled through the radio "Hold plebeian. The blessings of the Pillar of Redemption have yet to fall upon one of these sinners. They shall not suffer in afterlife for naught. Give her redemption, sinner." They were currently overlooking this whole operation from another vantage point so Ja'Far could not claim otherwise that there was no survivors. He settled in once more, zooming into the small face of light purple skin, Asari beauty in sadness. Wailing screams filled his ears. He paused. For a brief second, he hesitated to pull on the trigger. He could save her, prevent her from dying. Fire off a warning shot near her, pretending to miss and letting her run away. He would reprimanded heavily with flogging and even death but he would be able to do one good in the world. Unfortunately, hesitation and will does not break the strict discipline and mental breaking of his training regimen. As the Divine Prayers of Redemption was whispered into his ear, he fired. A twitch of a finger and another explosion erupted, silencing the prayers and the cries. "Target neutralisation confirmed. Well done Ja'Far. However, you hesitated. Twenty floggings when we get back home tonight and that is for everyone. Proceed to the extraction point everyone, over." The proceeding confirmations from his squad mates brought him out of his stupor. Ja'Far stood and started backtracking his way through the jungle, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. He clenched his shaking hand tight as his other brought a cigarette to his quivering mouth. The sweet smell of the lit cigarette brought no happiness in his mind as he added to his list of sins. Notes Others see Ja'Far a loner, an outcast. A pariah as he was before and always will be. Ka'Hairal Balak is his brother. Has also fenced on occasion and in the past, usually settling disputes between the Legion and a noble. Fencing in the former Hegemony was popular amongst High Class and is similar to the Human Epeé. Although there used to be many schools of Batarian fencing, called Vívátz in Old Tongue, Ja'Far fences with a very aggressive style. Parry, flèche and lunge are his favourite moves, catching the blade instead of avoiding it. Now uses fencing as recreation and exercise although his blade and jacket with epaulettes are long gone. ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ ╚═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╝ "I feel a headache coming." | ☀ Friends | ✌ Neutral | ☕ Who? | ☠ Not fond of | ⚜ Acquaintances | ✸ Best friends | ❤ Love interest | ❧ Dating | || Jake Anderson || ✌ A seemingly capable soldier in his own right and even better leader ✌ 'Led us through hell and back in that damn first mission. Pretty good I suppose, for a typical Alliance medal poser. Seems like the model soldier, unlike Aegon, a real Council Specter. Reminds me when my old Taskmaster obeyed orders from HQ left, right and centre, incredibly vanilla. Stands out from the rabble as one of the few reasonable people of the team, someone I can actually trust as a leader. He's a bit soft, needs to toughen up a bit and get real about this bloody world but every team needs a paragon. A little broken but everyone in this damn team is insane, including me.' || Aegon Partinax || ✌ Reminds me of my Taskmaster, hard-asses, the lot of them. Ruthless but efficient enough to make good leaders. ✌ 'Ahhhh, Partinax. Interesting fellow, this Turian is. Definite military-type and his experience just translates into how he fights and breathes. Feel like he's a bit of a rebel this one, probably why the Council has a fuckin' leash on him. Would definitely follow him into battle though, he could probably keep up with me in simple skill at my best. Seems cold-blooded, more of a cynic than Anderson, nostalgic to me but I don't like being used as a tool. Not any more at least. Good fencer too, have to try duelling him with a vívátz, show him how our fighting styles clash. Bloody Turians probably fight as much on their ships as we did in our cages.' || Ravanor Rykarn || ✌ Ha! This Krogan can kill things in style. Then again, all of us could. ✌ 'Rykarn? He's interesting to say the least. I appreciate his level-headed thinking but he should follow orders more. Bit of a loose cannon but all Krogan are, no matter how old they get. He's a quick thinker, this one. Took down Vella when she almost harmed Phalanx, no hesitation. I'll need to talk to him more, we seem to be the few people who are at least a little sane. Wiser than most Krogan but can still be irritated. I'm neutral on him so far, I'd like to get to know him better though.' || Vella Calixten Ophelia || ✌ Insubordinate. Childish. Mentally insane. Can't help but feel a little liking to her. ✌ 'Reminds me of my sister. Yeah, the Asari one. I had to pause when I looked at her, she is like an exact replica. A little more childish but all Asari are when they're young like her. She's annoying and one of the most insane people I've ever met, though Ellis takes the cake on that one. Can't help but like her though, reminds me too much of Siarus. Seems like a bit of a social butterfly and she seems like a laugh outside of missions. Just wish that she stops acting so stupid sometimes.' || Ellis Taevon || ✌ Tin Can the Crazy Man, potentially useful but also potentially dangerous ✌ 'The team's full of freaks but this guy? Takes the cake and runs with it, probably stuffs it down his pants too. I've seen nutters before in all types of war zones, both fought with them and against them. Sometimes even betray them. PTSD, crippling depression, multiple personalities, schizophrenia, the whole mental spectrum has ended up in my lap before. I've never come across someone have all of that and then some. He's dangerous but he is one hell of a fighter, tankier than the Krogan and more augmented than Commander Shepard is. Basically a suit of metal and a wall of guns. Feel bad for him, honestly. Can't live a normal life, no matter how hard he'll try' || Rayes'Xum Nar Yaron || ✌ Rayes? Isn't he twins with Rol? ✌ 'Ah, Rayes. Didn't interact with him much, comes off as a little arrogant. Quarian, a bit of a techie and lives in a suit, fits all the stereotypes as far as I'm concerned. Doesn't seem like much of a fighter but he can damn well use technology better than most of the people in Katabasis. Incredibly intelligent, I can discern that much. Hope to talk to him more about how he hacked that terminal so damn quick. Knowledge like that could become useful if I ever had to go alone.' || Phalanx || ☀ It's a nice one, this AI. Childish but not in a bad way like Vella. ☀ 'I couldn't help but attach myself to Phalanx, it's adorable in a robotic, inorganic way. It's childlike curiosity and wanderlust almost masks the fact that it's a 7ft tall robot who could break my spine like it was a twig. I feel almost like a father whenever I need to correct it and it's sniping skills are outstanding. Could trust it in battle more than most of the others in the group, held it's own well in the first mission. Need to spend more time with it, maybe even teach it the ways of Athame. Heard that it was interested in learning different organic cultures and ways of life. The sentient robot has a long way to go but I'd love to help it along the way.' || Rol'Naaris vas Vaepal || ✌ Another infiltrator, a man similar to myself in that respect ✌ 'Had little interaction with Rol in the first mission, didn't have much of an opinion on him. Saw him like any other Quarian, and being honest here, I almost couldn't tell him and Rayes apart. Don't tell him. He's military though, a soldier like me and I can respect that quality. The beaten up armour tells an interesting story, one that I hope he'll tell in the future. Seems a little reserved and over analytical, like most normal Quarians, but makes up for that in his combat proficiency. His strictly military attitude is refreshing.' || Tiberius Adarian || ✌ He is a very, very tall Turian. Athame stretched his spirit a little too much in the Creation. ✌ 'Damn strong and capable, a biotic with some damn good skill. Neutral on him, considering the fact that 8 feet tall, he didn't talk much. To me at least. Heard he was a Cabal, special operations type. Used to have rivals in the Hegemony Blackwatch, would be good to start another friendly rivalry with a team member. Seems headstrong but diplomatic, some sorta weird mix between Anderson and Partinax. Can respect that. His height is his most prominent feature though, would be intimidating to fight against.' || Raik Skarr || ✌ A capable Krogan, not prone to the aggressive actions the rest of his people are prone to ✌ 'Haven'd had much of a chance to speak with Skarr though I have heard of his actions during the mission. I can respect the bravery that he displayed and that he isn't a ravenous lunatic in battle. Any Krogan warrior can be respected as strong and mighty but few have the qualities of calm. That biotic hammer he has is most interesting, a melee with him would be most... entertaining I feel. He has also been reported to have finesse, something that, as a solider, I find highly respectable. But, I'm most interested in some sort of cage match with the Krogan, just like old times with my squad.' || Sicaria Velinian || ✌ Another soldier, like all damn Turians, except this own is pretty likeable ✌ An interesting female, dual-blades seems to be a running theme in the Turians of the theme. Was more ruthless than most of the Infiltration team and didn't seem to follow the "no-killing" order that Anderson had said. However, it was brutally efficient and is another example of a good Turian soldier. Although, her forming attraction for Alria, despite the latter' obliviousness, may cause some problems. I do admit that the Turian is quite attractive.' || Gilvert Somner || ⚜ Reminds me of an old friend, a good man underneath the insanity. ⚜ 'Worked with him for a bit in the explosives, Giles reminds me of an old Drell similar to him. Crazy bastard, just like Mister Somner over here, loved explosives and blowing things up. It's nice seeing a reminder of a better past in the team, although this Drell also seems to favour marksmanship. I can respect any marksman with considerable firepower and explosives under his belt. His actions and personality can be slightly... unnerving but this is covered up by how likeable he is. I seem to be attracting some interesting friends in this group.' || Salissa Fortia || ❤ She's very, um, interesting... ❤ 'Ah. Yes. Salissa. Um... Let's move on.' *Note: Subject seems to be flustered whenever Salista Fortia is mentioned. Likely an interest but hides it well most of the time. Signs of attraction cannot be hidden from a machine however.* || Alria Vicrinus || ✌ 'A valuable member of the team, attractive for a Turian. ✌ 'Alria is a melee specialist, CQC seems to be her specialty. Not much interaction with her however she led the team through the layout of the Cerberus complex, giving sensible orders and running when we needed to run. An efficient fighter, much better at close quarters than I am. A valuable member of the team that I would be happy to support and fight with in the future.' || Ethan Sartiel || ✌ Um, who? Ah. The runt.✌ 'Came in as the cavalry but I have no idea who he is. I can say that he's pretty powerful and uh... short?'

Skarr a prêté peu d'attention aux nouveaux venus. Il avait agrandi ses 'compagnes' plus tôt, mais en sachant que Spectres en étaient la raison, il ne ressentait pas le danger immédiat de trahison qui était souvent la pierre angulaire de tels contrats sinistres et mystérieux comme celui-ci. Cela ne l'a pas empêché de voir comment ils se sont déplacés, la connaissance de cela maintenant trié dans son esprit déchiré par la guerre juste au cas où, pour plus tard. Quant à qui étaient-ils? Il s'en souciait quand ils ont prouvé qu'ils méritaient son attention. Il a échangé son fusil à assaut contre son fusil Claymore pendant qu'ils marchaient. Il ne pouvait pas dire qu'il était particulièrement heureux qu'ils ne devaient qu'invalider les agents du Cerberus, mais il avait fait plus que quelques-uns de ces travaux. En fait, il avait souvent été préféré par les employeurs pour de telles tâches, en raison de son sens intense du contrôle. La plupart des chefs de bataille de Krogan allaient frapper un homme, et se demander plus tard pourquoi le crâne de l'homme était si faible que leur tête s'est effondrée. Il a préparé un tour spécial dans son fusil juste pour une telle occasion, et l'a accouché au prêt pour quand le combat allait éclater. Le corps du Krogan prêt au printemps, il a attendu... Skarr a tiré. Alors que ses compagnons se battaient autour de lui, l'obus concussif du Krogan s'est abattu sur l'un des membres du Cerberus visant le retour de Rykarn de loin. Même si l'homme s'est fait abattre les pieds et s'est introduit dans le mur, Skarr s'est envolé avec force. Il a harcelé son fusil, décidant de s'empêcher de gaspiller des munitions. Il a fermé la distance entre lui et le prochain soldat rapidement, n'obtenant qu'un petit paze d'un tir de Pistol le long de son armure avant de frapper l'arme volant, son autre main "légèrement" frappant le soldat à travers la tête, et puis de botter l'homme dans la poitrine avec un genou puissant. Quand l'homme a volé, le Krogan s'est abattu sur son même pied pour arrêter brusquement son avance. Un scan rapide a montré que les tourelles étaient toujours en déploiement. Il sourit à l'intérieur de son casque érigé, et révéla son marteau biotique. Avec un rugissement, il a déplacé son poids et a frappé son marteau dans le sol. Une onde de choc biotique éclata et déchira le sol, la vague d'énergie éclata dans deux tourelles et endommagea fortement un tiers du processus. La dernière tourelle qui jutait, il a pris son temps avec. Il s'y allonge et l'écrase avec un marteau bien placé. "Est-ce qu'on a fini, ici?" Il leur a demandé.

Name: Raik "Aralakh" Skarr Race: Krogan Class: Battle Master Age: 687 Sex: Male Appearance: While not as old as a Krogan that recalls the Rachni Wars, Skarr is a well traveled Krogan and is very much a combat veteran in both years of fighting, and stature. He stands fully 7 feet, 5 inches tall and weighs in near 445 pounds, without his heavy armor or weapons. His skin is ruddy, with crimson outline, and has very similar coloring to Tuchanka's sun when light is shined upon in. A massive scar runs jagged across his forehead and nose, nearly touching his right eye, courtesy of an Asari assassin. His physique is brutish, with cable like muscles and the prominent hump of a mature Krogan. Sometimes, we need to remember why we fight. Honor, loyalty, courage, and fortitude. Go to the Citadel sometime young one, and see the Statue erected to honor our people. Backstory: Skarr of Clan Raik was born in the year 1499 CE, mere years after Christopher Columbus discovered the 'New World.' On his own world, Skarr was raised in the ancient spiritual beliefs of his people, being the only son of Clan Raik's Shaman. His father was named Brod before he had given up his name to gain the Shaman title, leaving Skarr to be one of the rarest Krogan known, to be born on Tuchanka when many no longer were, and to have no true father or name to be born to. He was raised by his mother and the remnants of his Clan, holding no ill will toward his father growing up. Instead he saw it something he should aspire to, for being a Shaman in Krogan culture was to face trials even most Krogan found brutal. As his fellows spoke of the glory days of Tuchunka and lamented their fall, Skarr had idealistic dreams and aspirations of becoming a great leader among his people. Perhaps all it took for the Krogan to rise from the ashes once more was vision. From a young age, Skarr fought his clan brothers in faux bouts, regularly sizing them up and learning their tactics. He went on hunts as soon as he came of age, yearning the experience of that the older Krogan had to offer him. Passion for his world and determined to follow in his father's footsteps, drove him to excel and learn quickly. It was due to his fiery convictions that he gained the nickname 'Aralahk,' named after Tuchanka's sun, though that was not his official title until much later. The years turned into decades. As the Clans feuded, battle between he and his fellow Krogan was inevitable. He killed his first Krogan over a land dispute in The Kalynd Badlands. To this day he still remembers the huge corpse of the nameless Korwun Krogan beneath his blood soaked hands. That day would forever live in his memory, for it was the day that set him off to his path as Battlemaster, within the crags of the southern cliffs. Valkarn Raik and Krude Raik were there accompanying them before they were ambushed by Korwun, ending in a struggle that left only Valkarn the Veteran and Skarr alive. It was at that moment, when they were wiping the gore from their hands, that an earthquake occurred, shuddering the very ground beneath the feet of the two Krogan. No, it was not an earthquake! Suddenly, an adolescent Thresher Maw burst forth from the rock, disturbed by the recent combat and discharge of the Krogan firearms. It screeched and brought forth its massive maw. From within the ground, its tail whipped and sent rock jutting out between the two Krogan. Valkarn took the brunt of the damage, his Graal Spike Thrower flying out of his hands at the elder hit the side of a cliff, stunned. The weapon flew. Skarr leaped off the newly formed rise and caught it just barely, a roar of victory spewing forth. However, the movement and cry drew the attention of the Thresher Maw. It screeched once more, and dived toward Skarr, scooping up the Krogan in its giant maw and gulping the poor Krogan down its gullet. Skarr would never forget how hot and wet it felt inside the beast, and he did the only thing he could do. He discharged his weapon, the razor-like shells bursting through flesh. He made a conscious decision to fire in relatively the same spot over and over, forming a hole to grab onto. He cried out and continued to fire into the gun-wrought hole. Suddenly, sunlight burst into his vision, and he continued to fire over and over. Clawing with his massive strength, he shoved himself further into the hole he had made and ripped himself out. Thresher Maw scales flew, and a blood soaked Skarr now stood over a beast of legend, the Thresher Maw now merely shuddering in its death throes. Valkarn was alive, but he merely stood unmoving. He caught Skarr's attention, and then nodded toward the cliff. Before them both was dozens upon dozens of Korwun Krogan standing over them, simply watching. To Skarr's surprise, they did not fire. They let out a cheer of congratulations to Skarr for such a feat of strength and determination. Even only an adolescent, killing a Thresher Maw was truly a feat. They did not kill the two Krogan for trespassing, but neither did the Korwun help them, for Korwun blood was upon their hands. However, word of Skarr's victory over the Thresher Maw (and the Korwun skirmish earlier from Valkarn's account) spread. A Crush was formed, calling forth the Korwun, the Raik, and the Shamans. In this meeting of the clans, Skarr's accomplishments were made known and brought to light. They were verified to the Shamans, and as Raik's Battlemaster had been recently slain in clan infighting, Skarr was given the opportunity to claim the right of Battlemaster. Unfortunately, since the Battlemaster was dead, he would need to perform another rite by combat to claim the title. Skarr's father stepped forward, and offered to fight his son. Brod, now nameless, challenged his son personally to test his mettle. Skarr was conflicted, but in the end, he accepted the challenge and met his father in combat. The crush was ended, and the fight had begun. At first, the Shaman had the upperhand. He pushed Skarr hard, wanting to test him and see the full extent of his strength. After delivering a powerful blow to Skarr's side with his club, the Shaman sent a relentless barrage at the now prone young Krogan, hoping for him to give up, yet secretly hoping to see his son succeed. It should have been foreseen, but with this barrage of attacks, Skarr was unable to help himself, and his world turned crimson. When he awoke, he stood over the body of his father, his breathing labored and his hands once again covered in blood. His father's blood. Skarr was struck silent, as were the other Krogan. Death was not required, but it was not a breaking of the rules. Skarr however...he had given into the bloodrage, and killed his own sire. The Krogan who he had emulated, having only known as his father for a short period, but always hoping to one day reach him in status, to live alongside him. He was dead by his own hand. He was proclaimed Battlemaster, and given the title "Aralakh" or "Eye of Wrath" to honor both his clan and his incredible victory via bloodlust. They gave it to him to honor him. He bore it as a reminder, to stay in control of himself from now on. To never let such a thing happen again, that his rage would in turn break his heart. He could not bear seeing what he would wreak with such a thing again. Not to someone who he had idolized, loved even. He left Tuchanka weeks later, giving his old friend Valkarn the title of Battlemaster if he so desired, taking the title as one he would bear as a Freelance Mercenary. Because he was the Battlemaster for such a short time, he only gained a small amount of Biotic experience that he would only fine tune until later. He made a name for himself as a Mercenary, making it to the Citadel first and laying eyes on the Krogan statue erected for their victory against the Rachni. He took the words upon the statue to heart, and it was mere days later he received his first contract, fighting for an Asari banker who needed to regain a space station from Vorcha raiders. Over the next few centuries, he gained a reputation for brutal efficiency and differentiated from other Krogan Battlemasters by only taking contracts that he thought would fit the Krogan ideal of honor, rather than the 'any means necessary' attitude most Mercenary Battlemasters took. One of his most notable and recent contracts included fighting the Batarians in the Offensive of Torfan due to the Skyllian Blitz. He set foot on Tuchanka for the first time since he had killed his father when the Reapers attacked, making his way home. His presence and renewed spirit boosted the morale of the Raik clan, and while he was not their Clan leader, many looked to him for a voice, and he fought alongside his brothers on Palaven, fighting selflessly with their Turian rivals for the sake of the greater universe. I was made to end lives. However, to mindlessly kill is beneath me, and indeed our race. When I kill? It's a choice I make consciously, every time. Psyche Profile: Skarr enjoys combat, and enjoys the art of killing. Not for mundane reasons such as bloodthrist, but simply because he believes it is the true way to speak in this universe. To be a good fighter and a successful warrior shows dedication, skill, and it drives how the galaxy is formed. Wars evolve society far quicker than peace, and as the old saying goes, you cannot make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. However, he does not dismiss conversation, nor does he dismiss learning. He enjoys comraderie with his companions, and discussions that involve deeper and unorthodox thinking. What has led to the downfall of his people through the centuries was not their violent nature, but their violent nature that had no philosophical goal. No goal except monetary gain, or for their own foolish pride. Or worse, for the hedonistic feel of simply taking a life without any thought to repercussions. Skarr enjoys good food and what the humans call 'Rock' and 'metal' music. He listens to informative audio datafiles in his spare time on subjects he enjoys or that currently catches his fancy. One can be both brutal and efficient, if you know how. Specialty: As with most Krogan, Skarr excels at brutalizing the enemy and shrugging off enemy fire. He can easily tear through the front lines of troops, incapacitating and breaking their formation as he wreaks havoc. Due to his Battlemaster training, Killing is a science. A single blow from a Skarr is often enough to kill or severely incapacitate anyone he comes across, and he moves with such precision and focus even among dozens of foes. To add to his killing capability is his biotic powers, that he utilizies to further break entrenchments that he cannot reach or is too busy to handle, or simply as something to further increase his Shock tactics. However, he does separate himself from other Krogan due to his cool under fire and stress, and he makes a decent medium range combatant as well, when need be. Long years spent in tactical missions gives him a finesse and an appreciation for fine shots and flanking maneuvers that most Krogan lack. Powers/Skills: Shockwave (Biotic) Biotic Hammer (Biotic) Concussive Shot Frag Grenade Carnage Adrenaline Rush Marksmen Equipment and Resources: M-6 Carnifex Heavy Pistol M-15 Vindicator Assault Rifle M-300 Claymore Shotgun Biotic Hammer Heavy Krogan Colossus Armor Sample Post: 1627, Terminus System... "Where have we docked?" The Turian 'Cassius' asked, his Crossfire IV Assault Rifle hefted and at the ready. "My omnitool is of no use here, nor my datapad." He sounded concerned. Skarr did not have an answer, and he knew the only way to find out was to check. "Time to move," he rumbled. The Turian raised a hand, cautioning him to wait. Skarr glanced back at him. "We were paid to halt the slave trade and kill those responsible. Now or never as I see it." The Turian hesitated, and then nodded. "Right," Cassius replied. Behind him, the two Vorcha who's names they never caught chittered to one another, clearly eager to continue. Skarr nodded back to the Turian, thoroughly convinced Cassius had expected Skarr to be the typical Krogan, who would roar and charge, announcing their position. That wasn't exactly his plan, but soon they would need to be less than subtle if they wanted to halt the deal. It was a miracle they had stowed away on the Avarice when they had the chance. Skarr opened the port door, allowing a moment or two to slip past to see if anyone was nearby. When they heard no noise, Skarr stepped out with his Shotgun leading. "I make for the exit. Secure the ship," the Krogan said to Cassius. They needed a transport out of wherever they were, after all. He only needed to dispatch two of the Slavers as he made his way to the left of the ship, approaching the docking area. The first slaver did not even cry out, the Batarian's neck was snapped quickly and efficiently. The next was a Vorcha, that only let out one chitter before he was Shotgun butted, and then crushed to death under the two heavy blows of the Krogan, severing his spinal column with a snap. This was routine. Skarr had done it for near a century. It was what happened next that caught him off guard. He hesitated when he opened the docking door, the pad opening to reveal an infinite nether. No, they were within a vast artificial structure. Lights like veins could be seen on the horizon. The only solid surface within miles was platform below, seemingly floating with an anti-gravity technology Skarr was not familiar with. He leaped down upon the closest one, and heard gunshots erupt behind him as soon as he landed. "Vorcha," he muttered as he hit the platform, theorizing it was the two Vorcha mercenaries that gave their positions away. Well, take things one step at a time. He needed to find the Slaves, and Raltorn... He kept as low as he could, moving from small, oddly designed walkways up to where the next platform was. Methodically, he searched and lurked, moving from structure to structure yet meeting no signs of life. That is, until he made it just above the final platform. When he peeked out of the small parapet-like rise in the structure of the platform, he saw the Krogan Battlemaster that he recognized as Raltorn, the infamous slaver with the largest bounty in the system on his head. Skarr saw no sign of the slaves, but what other forms of life he did see, he did not quite expect. The Krogan had never seen such aliens before, with large tapering heads and a chitinous insect-like exoskeleton. They were roughly the size of a Batarian, or a Turian? Smaller than he, he knew. Most things were, after all. Their four eyes glowed, and they seemed to be dealing with Raltorn, the Krogan haggling prices. Skarr knew cool heads would prevail, but he theorized that his element of surprise had been far too lucky so far. He needed to strike quickly. So he did, tossing a fragmentation grenade over the side, simultaneously elevating himself and discharging his shotgun. The gun's shell ripped into the leading alien, tearing through its lower half. The grenade detonated and tore through the ranks of the curious aliens. One of them leaped high in the air, floating upon odd insect wings and fired at him. Skarr shot it out of the sky before it landed. He turned to aim at the Krogan, but had to duck when Raltorn returned fire. Skarr quickly analyzed the battlefield via his memory, and knew a direct assault was not expected by Raltorn. He went for it, suddenly firing at Raltorn and received a small wound on the shoulder, trading it for being able to vault over the railing and onto the platform before the other Krogan. His shotgun was summarily ripped from his hands via a bitoic attack from Raltorn, who fired another burst of assault rifle rounds at Skarr that punched into his chest. His armor and tough physique absorbed most of it, but he was bleeding. Raltorn was out of ammo now though, revealing his trump card weapon from his back. A biotic hammer. It glowed an ominous blue, crackling with energy. "Run now if you don't want to die, fool." "I should tell you the same," Skarr replied, and the two Krogan advanced upon one another. Raltorn tried to strike quickly with an overhead hammer attack. Skarr blocked the haft with his forearm before it could connect, simultaneously unholstering his Carnifex heavy pistol and firing into the dishonorable Battlemaster's torso. He advanced, pushing back the weakening Krogan as he emptied the gun's clip. Skarr could feel the intense pressure of the Biotic hammer still mere inches from his head, but he ignored it. Armor and Krogan flesh burst out of Raltorn's stomach until Skarr could no longer pull the trigger. Raltorn yanked his hammer back, the biotic weapon merely clipping Skarr's head, but sending a jarring impact into the Krogan that had the large alien shuddering and having to keep from biting his tongue. Bloodied and probably needing medical assistance later, Raltorn head butted Skarr, and attempted to slam Skarr's side with his hammer once more. Skarr's iron will and senses kept him from being struck head on. He grabbed at the haft of the weapon, and kneed Raltorn in the wounded area. Raltorn rasped, his grip on the hammer loosening. Skarr ripped it out of his hands, spinning and striking Raltorn fully. It burst into the Krogan's flesh and sent the dying slave trader off the platform and into the nether. Skarr breathed heavily, but was relatively undamaged. He hefted the weapon, feeling the intensity of it. It felt good in his large hands. Gripping it, and testing its weight, he approached the fallen Xenos. Broken but still crawling, the triangular shaped head was sparking, as if it was a malfunctioning machine. Truly, the lower half of the thing was nothing but wires that were snaking eeriely back and forth. "Fully synthetic," Skarr mused aloud. He did not know what this thing was, but it was not something the Citadel council would approve of, he was certain of that. The grip on the hammer tightened, and he lifted it up to finish off this abomination of virtual intelligence.

Dans ses premières secondes de toucher le terminal et de procéder au piratage avec son Omni-Tool, il s'est presque moqué de la simplicité de la sécurité à briser, en observant que les données commençaient à circuler comme une rivière. Il a presque dit que c'était un peu trop facile, mais il pensait qu'il compromettrait sa chance en disant une telle chose, non? Comme les données continuaient d'être téléchargées dans son outil, il a réussi à monter un écran pour analyser certaines des données pour obtenir une meilleure image de ce qu'il trouvait exactement, mais il ne pouvait pas s'attendre à trouver ce qu'il a fait. Les premières choses qu'il a vues étaient des glimpses d'une quantité presque absurde de crédits passant par l'installation. Cela l'a rendu confus dans ces brèves secondes, curieux de savoir qui les finançait après la perte préjudiciable de Cerberus de leur installation et de leur patron. Et alors qu'ils passaient par cette installation de Cerberus, il a remarqué qu'ils partaient vers Terra Firma... Rayes se demandait pourquoi ce nom semblait familier... Quoi qu'il en soit, ce n'était pas le moment, et il y avait plus de données à prendre en compte. Par exemple, un autre élément intéressant qu'il a réussi à prendre note était l'expérimentation sur les défenses sous forme de rapports de laboratoire. Jouer avec des êtres moissonneurs, c'est dégoûtant. Quel genre de tests vont-ils faire? Il sentait que cela n'aurait pas pu être la première fois que Cerberus expérimenterait sur des défenses après avoir appris qu'une majorité d'entre elles étaient endoctrinées aux Reapers, mais l'idée de cela le dégoûta néanmoins. Ont-ils fait des choses comme ça pendant qu'il aidait le creuset? Ça l'a fait trembler de penser à... Après cela, il y avait une autre chose qu'il trouvait intéressante à travers les fichiers qui continuait à couler, qui était un nom: Le directeur. Pour Rayes, cela ressemblait à une autre sorte de patron pour Cerberus après l'homme illusif, mais qui l'homme illusif aurait-il comme successeur? Ou était-ce même le patron en premier lieu? Il semblait probable, car il y avait plusieurs ordres venant de lui vers l'établissement. Il y avait aussi une mention de quelque chose appelé Les Trois Têtes. C'était odieux... Il était heureux qu'il fût avec les Spectres et que l'information leur irait à la fin. Tout ce qu'il avait à faire était de s'assurer de rester assez près pour que son Omni-Tool puisse garder un signal régulier... C'est alors qu'il s'est rendu compte que des renforts ennemis leur étaient soudain apparus, compromettant sa position et le forçant à bouger. Il hésitait au début, mais il pensait que, tant qu'il restait dans la pièce et qu'il n'avait pas gâché son omni-outil, il devrait avoir une connexion assez forte pour maintenir le piratage de la banque de données. Malheureusement, il y avait une sorte de mech qui s'approchait, mais pirater cela arrêterait la connexion qu'il avait avec le terminal. Il l'a presque fait, n'avait pas été pour Phalanx le faire pour lui. Il serait sûr de la remercier en quantités excessives plus tard, mais au lieu de cela, il s'est précipité en hâte vers les bureaux à proximité, s'échappant sous l'un d'eux dans un effort pour se cacher. Il n'était pas l'une des principales menaces, sûrement qu'ils ne voulaient pas le poursuivre? Se sentant relativement en sécurité, il garda sa main gauche sur son pistolet, regardant son Omni-Tool comme il voyait quelque chose d'incroyable. Ou plutôt, quelque chose qu'il ne savait pas quoi faire. Déplacement de plusieurs choses dans les banques de données, il a réussi à suivre les fonds de Cerberus vers Terra Firma, et a pu les manipuler comme bon lui semblait. Ils ne seraient sûrement pas fâchés si tous leurs fonds allaient disparaître, oui? Si c'était un groupe de Cerberus qui se formait, il se sentait sûr que les prendre serait idéal. Mais, quelque part en lui, il était en conflit. Où devrait-il mettre ce montant incommensurable? Le donner aux Spectres sonnait bien en théorie, cependant, il ne savait pas assez sur eux autres que ce qu'ils ont dit. Quand il est arrivé aux autres Quariens, il savait qu'ils le gaspilleraient sur quelque chose de ridicule. Probablement la climatisation pour chaque combinaison environnementale... Ils devraient savoir juste pour obtenir cette mise à niveau eux-mêmes! Et... il ne savait pas où les mettre même s'il voulait les donner aux Spectres... Ils pouvaient aller à la reconstruction, mais une pensée apparut... Pourquoi aiderait-il la majorité qui a agi comme si leur guerre avec le Geth n'était rien? Il n'était peut-être pas d'accord avec la guerre, mais il a fait ce qu'il avait à faire pour son peuple et leur survie... En fin de compte, il ne savait pas qui faire confiance ou quoi faire. Il se sentait comme le seul en qui il pouvait faire confiance en ce moment était lui-même, et jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse parler aux Spectres, il a finalement commencé à "emprunter" les fonds dans un compte séparé qu'il pouvait contrôler et garder en sécurité. Il n'avait pas besoin de ces crédits pour le moment, mais il voulait au moins s'assurer qu'ils seraient dans un endroit sûr avant de prendre une décision sur l'endroit où ils allaient. Après cette mission, il a demandé à parler en privé avec Spectre Anderson et Spectre Partinax des données qu'il a recueillies, ainsi que de ce qu'il devrait faire avec les fonds qu'il volait. Oui... ce serait l'option la plus logique, non? Assurez-vous de l'avoir d'abord, puis demandez où le mettre plus tard. Il n'en avait pas besoin... Il s'est dit que beaucoup de fois dans ces petits moments qui se sentaient comme des heures dans sa tête. Et pourtant il hésitait... J'hésite à parler de ce qu'il faut faire. Il s'est ébranlé la tête. Ce n'était pas le moment de prendre de telles décisions. C'était le moment de baiser Cerberus. Il a regardé son Omni-Tool une dernière fois alors que les données continuaient d'y pénétrer avant de saisir son pistolet plus serré. Il serait sûr de tirer n'importe quel bosh'tet qui est venu près de son bureau.

Name: Rayes'Xum vas Fowal, Rayes'Xum nar Yaron, Rayes Race: Quarian Class: Engineer Age: 26 Sex: Male Appearance: - Height: 5’5” - Weight: 185lbs Backstory: Rayes'Xum nar Yaron, a Quarian born in 2164, being aboard the Yaron along with his parents and several kin. His father was mainly aboard the Patrol Fleet, while his mother was a researcher focused on the Special Projects arm of the Migrant Fleet. Both were fearful of the health and protection of their child, and as such never dared to expose their child to the world outside of the migrant fleet. They were scared of their son’s curiosity, whom at the time knew relatively nothing of the world and was eager to learn. They did their best to fill that void once their son got his suit by flooding him with information that a young Quarian could understand. And when he wasn’t meant to be studying, often he would wander around the migrant fleet, listening to stories that they loved to tell. Stories of Rannoch, their beloved homeworld which was lost to them due to losing control of the geth, an artificial intelligence that they never intended to create that way. They’d speak of Quarian dancers, and their seemingly lost love for music. Little Rayes would soak in as much information as possible that he could from these stories, even if some of them weren’t actually true. This desire for knowledge helped in his teens, as he focused a majority of his time then into doing what his parents did. From his father, he could study various navigation paths in the galaxy, and to a little further extent ship layouts and the engineering behind them. From his mother, he could further his knowledge of technology and understanding of the geth, something his mother believed that every Quarian should have a base knowledge of, to which most do. Instead of being a fighter, Rayes expertise began to shine in how to handle technology and repair or destroy it, noticing flaws in systems that would otherwise take a more trained eye to catch, and exploiting it. Exploitation came in the form of hacking, which while he was limited to certain objects on the migrant fleet, those he often did stumble across were heavily safeguarded beyond his skill comprehension at the moment, leading him to only want to become more invested in it. These skills would become vital when he could begin on his pilgrimage. Naive, young, and somewhat confident in himself, Rayes didn’t listen to his fellow Quarians when they insisted that he go off towards the Citadel, a place where things would be the least likely to cause him harm or vise versa. They made sure to give him several parting gifts as incentives for him to listen, such as a Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool, various medical stimuli to keep him healthy should he become sick, along with Medi-Gel that a Quarian could use should he ever become injured. But instead of listening to their advice, Rayes felt bold. It was his first true experience away from the Migrant Fleet, and he wanted to make it memorable. The Citadel didn’t seem like a place that would suit him, believing it to be the easy way out of his pilgrimage. Instead, he went to a place that he believed could be exciting, Illium. Oh boy, was in he in for a rough time there. Immediately upon arrival after transferring through several ships, the young Quarian landed in hot water and was thrown into the frying pan. He was easily kidnapped by Asari who had a multitude of ‘indentured servants’ , and thus easily sold to a faction of the Eclipse on Illium due to his prowess with technology, something the Eclipse loved to use and subsequently broke. He was forced into repairing the Eclipse’s weaponry and and technological equipment, acting as a kind of repairman for the criminal organization. And while the situation seemed hopeless as it felt like he was always under constant discrimination and surveillance, he believed something good was bound to happen. And until then, he’d have to endure with the choice he made. The discrimination came from the various Humans and Asari stationed on his section of Illium, who thought of Rayes as a cheap punching bag for their enjoyment. He often found himself having to scan the measly portions he was given, and on several occasions couldn’t eat it due to his body not being compatible with the food. Most likely some sick joke, or maybe they wanted him to get sick. He didn’t know nor care, instead doing his best not to make any sort of scenes. He played the role they wanted him to, a seemingly malleable and easily pushed around slave. A year went by, and the Quarian had not contacted his family to inform them of his pilgrimage. In fact, to the Eclipse, they began to see the usefulness of Rayes. While he had started off small, eventually he had begun to repair the Eclipse mechs, and sometimes was forced to repair damages done to spaceships if he was given the right schematics. And if they were desperate, he’d be escorted to various terminals or infiltration operations, where his hacking skills could be put to good use. They never gave him a gun on these rare occurrences though, believing he would still try to escape if an opportunity arose. And while all was forced labor, at least, in his eyes, it was something that he liked and could vastly improve on. He got to work with weapons and mechs he had never seen before, hack systems that wouldn’t have been available on the Citadel, and even repair some of their ships, all of these encompassing new technology that the Eclipse managed to get their greedy hands on. Working with technology of this caliber wouldn’t have happened on the Citadel, however… He also wouldn’t be in an extremely dreadful situation. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he was just a pawn, and if they ever felt he wasn’t useful, he knew they would dispose of him. They didn’t watch him as much anymore, but they still treated him like he was just a tool, and as such he was placed into terrible conditions on the off chances he would get proper rest. Often, he found himself questioning the pilgrimage, seeing this more of an eye opener than a proper trip to bring something valuable to his family… Something valuable… Surely the Eclipse, he thought, would have something. Having been in close quarters with them for so long, he had noticed they were lax around him, not being perceived as much of a threat anymore as he’d been around for well over a year now, and he would have to use that to his advantage if he ever wanted to see his home again. He knew he couldn’t beat them in a gunfight, there were simply too many and too skilled for his relatively poor gun expertise. All that time repairing their weapons, and he probably couldn’t even properly handle them himself. Another year, and he missed the Migrant Fleet with all his heart. There was no engine on Illium, only a cage and despair. There was no bond, no loyalty, only grief and deception, and Rayes believed he’d have to use that to his advantage. As they continued to bring him on several operations for his hacking expertise, he began leaving traces that he had been there, and while he would comply with their needs, he also began saving the data for himself. The Eclipse had grown soft around checking his Omni-Tool, as two years of nothing made them feel he was at least somewhat loyal to them. But he had already started to record the technology he worked on, documenting every detail he could about their supposed latest and greatest thing that busted. While it was often not substantial at first, and generally followed with a return to working on something they had planned, eventually he began to steal more, hacking with efficiency only a Quarian could. Surely there’d be some sort of information he could use to escape? A way to send a message? Surely, he felt, someone would find and put together the clues he had left behind... He had learned of awful things that he missed in his absence from some of the information he had kept, such as the citadel being attacked by something called a reaper, the supposed death and revival of a human Spectre named Commander Shepard… It was hard to swallow how much time had past… And how much trust the humans were getting. The ones in the Eclipse were dreadful, and were the most cruel, twisting the stories he had heard from his kin on the Migrant Fleet. Hopefully this Shepard was better, but he was extremely doubtful. A chance of escape came one day as he scoured through some stolen Eclipse files on his omni tool, being allowed to wander the cargo terminal the Eclipse had decided to occupy, only for the silence to be broken upon the sound of gunfire becoming vastly apparent. He noticed Eclipse Gunships in the area, several of which he wondered of if he’d repaired before, only to be shoved to the side by an Eclipse Engineer, forcing Rayes to take cover. There was a conversation at first, but then the gunfire soon continued and Rayes hid as far away as he could, allowing the firefight to pass as it went downward towards the Cargo Terminals, and his former “employers.” He took this opportunity to slowly but surely follow the conflict until the group in front of him took an elevator towards the docks. That elevator was his escape, but an escape towards what? He had no money, no credits to go anywhere… Until, as he wandered in the shadows of Illium, he heard of an information broker who potentially could help him. With all other options gone, and little time to waste before the Eclipse would notice him missing, he hastily made his way towards the supposed broker. He sold all the information he had stolen for a ticket to the citadel, but made sure to keep it for himself as well, and along with several credits for the info. Sure, it was a dangerous gamble to allow her to copy his data, but surprisingly she understood his desire to keep it… and things got better from that day. He had managed to find a place that hired him as a repairman for weapons and technology, and once he had enough credits to fly home, he immediately did so. He had had enough surprises on his pilgrimage to last a lifetime, and they accepted his data on the Eclipse, the technology he had worked on, schematics he recorded, and importantly weapon details, and accepted a role on board the Fowal. His family was astonished by how much he endured, furious that he had not listened to them, but ultimately glad that he had survived. He adapted a much more suitable appearance to commemorate his return from a grim situation, and began working immediately on the Fowal, just months before the reapers return. In this short span, Rayes became known for his improvements to weapons to be used for the fleet and against the Geth, along with his research on potential environmental suit improvements, something that he had become inspired to make due to the harshness of Illium. The Fowal was a ship dedicated to the research of expanding Quarian technology, investigating new weapons and the study of the Geth, an enemy that, once he learned the admiralty board soon declared war on them, Rayes was rather skeptical about it all. He didn’t believe the Geth were necessarily in the wrong for their actions, and while he longed to see the fabled homeworld of Rannoch, destroying something more advanced and sentient than the simple mechs he had repaired seemed… awful. But he knew better than to question his superiors, and at first, it seems the modifications he had worked on seemed to bolster the Quarian’s power against the Geth… Until they accepted Reaper help. But hope wasn’t lost, and while many ships suffered casualties, things started looking up once they learned Commander Shepard would help. A name that Rayes became all too familiar with when he first returned to the Migrant Fleet, having heard of his exploits and helping the Quarian Tali’zora Vas Normandy, someone Rayes slightly remembers growing up around with. With their help, they did the impossible, stepping foot on Rannoch as the Battle for Rannoch began. To Rayes, it was frightening, being inexperienced in combat, but he made up for it with his insights against the Geth, providing support and cover fire, and doing his best to hack the enemy barriers and shields. It felt like forever, but ultimately, it seemed like the Quarian's would win, but instead came an agreement to coexist with the Geth. Rayes was rather pleased with this idea, not only due to how it was peaceful, but also because it would allow him to greatly study the Geth and get information from them while they were still active. While it was fun to study a piece of technology that was broken, studying an active sentient Geth would be amazing. Rayes was not selected to go and join the fight with the reapers, he was instead sent to go and help build the crucible, something he took immense pleasure from upon arrival as they saw his technical prowess as an excellent edition. He helped make great strides into it’s creation, being able to offer suggestions in an environment he never thought he’d see. On Illium, he was treated like scum, a simple object meant to be manipulated, but he here, he was wanted, appreciated even… And, everyone was working together. This wasn't about species or race anymore, it was about survival, and to think, a human had started it all, with the help of an asari prothean expert. Maybe... the Eclipse were just an oddity, just like how some Quarian's were oddities in their own right. So when it was eventually complete and fulfilled it’s purpose, he came home proud that he had helped defeat the reapers in his own way. He helped in the process of colonizing Rannoch, and ultimately in the construction, with the help of the Geth, of upgrading the Quarian Fleet. Currently, Rayes is on Rannoch, studying the reapers with the help of Geth information and looking for a way to utilize the technology that had been scattered across the galaxy when the reapers were annihilated. Maybe, he thought, it could be used to create better protection for the future. The Geth have already helped him make immense strides in Quarian environmental suits, and he believes they can be utilized for much more than their original purposes or what the reapers had for them. Psyche Profile: Rayes is a firm believer that not all situations are hopeless, maintaining the notion that things could always get worse, but the worse can be prevented through hard work and dedication, along with preparation and to know how to endure. A lot of his life has been dedicated to the advancement of technology and the study thereof, regardless of the technology's purpose, and as such, he loves to always be working on some sort of gadget or analyzing data. Even in grim situations, knowing that there is something to observe generally calms his nerves and brings him back to reality. His over-analytical nature often allows him to notice things that many others may not, or on his time on Illium, be able to hastily retrieve and comprehend data types or schematics that he'd never seen before. When it comes to the other galactic species, Rayes is very wary of anyone not Quarian. His time on Illium has made him somewhat distant towards Humans and Asari specifically, as they were the majority of the Eclipse's forces that he was under on Illium. While Commander Shepard's actions has somewhat lessened that hostility, he won't go out of his way to make friends with them. Towards Turians, Rayes always feels that his knowledge of combat is lacking too much to hold a non-awkward conversation, and will often stutter his words or become embarissed if he cannot come up with an answer to their questions. Salarians are the easiest for Rayes to talk to, sticking to science as a main conversation topic. Batarian's are a mixed bag depending on how much Rayes knows of them, but he can sympathize with their hatred towards humans. Rayes hasn't had much experience talking to Drell, and as such, will often act similarly as he does towards Turians. For Asari, the Quarian is suspicious of them, wondering how they could allow one of their own colonies to have anything legal except for murder... Rayes likes to be prepared, and is somewhat saddened by his lack of knowledge in combat situations. His only proficiency in combat is with a pistol, but even that is somewhat limited and rusty. But, he has an eye for spotting technology on the battlefield that he can turn to his advantage, or disabling shield or barriers that an enemy may have. He prefers to provide support, allowing someone else to take the killing shot, and instead setting it up. However, currently he feels he has no time to train, focusing his attention to his love for tech and how to improve it. However, he has recently started to listen to music once more now that the war is over and he is safe; music being a favorable pass time when he was younger. And, now with Geth help, his self confidence and hope for the future has begun to rise. He knows that a lot of Quarian don't trust the Geth, and with good reasons, but he is willing to give them a second chance, as they are giving the Quarians. Not to mention, he slightly loves the idea of sentient AIs being constantly present around him. Specialty: Rayes'Xum was most likely picked due to his outstanding displays of technical prowess and resourcefulness when it comes to technology. Even for things he doesn't know much about, give him time to do research, and he'll be able to fix or hack into it with a breeze. Along with this, he can craft, repair, or install upgrades into existing weapons or starships. Having been one of the fateful Quarians to go and help build the Crucible, his advancements has given him a special place some of the Quarian's hearts. Due to his extensive knowledge in technology and prior experience, Rayes is a pretty damn good hacker if need be, being quick on his feet to solve and bypass securities that are in place in a moments notice or so. While he may not be as deadly as some on the battlefield, he makes up for it with his quick-wit and ability to manipulate the battle in favor for his team. He can help break down enemy defenses and render them helpless for his team to finish off. Currently, he's been working on the side to develop a combat drone to assist him and make up for his poor weapon game, only bringing a pistol to the battlefield, along with his Omni-Tool's blade. Powers/Skills: - Incinerate - Overload - Cryo Blast - Sabotage - Tech Mastery - Weapon construction/upgrades - Hacking Equipment and Resources: - Aldrin Labs Light Onix Armor VI modifications on his envo-suit. - Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool - Arc Pistol Sample Post: "Det kazuat." Rayes whispered under his breath as he followed a human Eclipse mercenary, somewhat curious as to what their next assignment for him was. Last time, it was to repair a simple rifle that hilariously they had managed to break just after receiving it. It didn't take him long at all to repair it, but he wasn't met with praise. Instead, they just decided not to spit into his food, which he was rather thankful for. It meant he'd at least get another meal, measly as it was, to survive instead of having to toss it to the side, not knowing if something as simple as saliva would cause him to become ill and thus useless. He made sure to scan everything that he'd have to consume, glad that they were at least smart enough to know he was a dextro-protein species, yet also surprised they'd go through the effort to get him specific food. Maybe, the thought, he wasn't the only Quarian in this hell hole the Eclipse have made. However, his thoughts were soon cut short as he felt an immense force shove him to the ground, causing the unsuspecting Quarian to fall with as much grace as a dying duck. "You useless scum," He heard someone say, looking up to see it was his escort shouting down at him with a mixture of cockiness and pure hatred, "Get to work and stop staring in the damn clouds! We didn't pay shit just for you to be useless!" In his attempt to recover, the Quarian began to slowly rise to his knees, only to feel a blunt force slam into his stomach, causing him to tense up and fall downward once more. "I said get the hell up!" I was trying that until you kicked me, you bosh'tet... Rayes thought, doing his best to rise to a stand once more as he glared at the mercenary, glad he didn't seem to have the brains to notice. Each passing moment felt tense as he rose, and when he finally recovered from the shock, he noticed in front of him stood a Model 34-A, or YMIR Mech that had obviously seen some damage. The bone white armor it possessed was covered in black spots from explosions and gunfire. It's upper body was heavily damaged, the armor on the chest and arms revealing circuits exposed in the openings. It's head was missing completely, most likely shot off... It wasn't the first time Rayes had to repair one of these, but it was most certainly the first time it was this damaged. But it seems they knew he wasn't a miracle worker, and as he glanced around the room, he noticed there were several tools at his disposal, along with replacement armor and a new head. All it seemed he had to do was fix the mech up, and he could be on his way. A simple job, especially with the resources the Eclipse gave him. Unfortunately, that comfort was cut short upon the realization that he would be closely monitored. If it had been anywhere else, maybe he would have felt happy, but instead, all he could feel was a lingering hatred for his situation. It was as if they had twisted his desires for their own purposes just to save them a quick buck from buying a new one of these killing machines, but alas, he had to if he wanted to live. Or at the very least, postpone the beating he felt would come if he didn't work on it soon. With a defeated sigh, he grabbed the nearest supplies and began to work once more. Notes - Rayes'Xum isn't sure of his sexuality, but has disdain for Humans and Asari. - Occasionally contacts friends he made while working on the Crucible. - He has a fascination for those who can sing or dance. - He'll occasionally dismantle objects for fun, just to remake them. - He'll take notes with his Omni-Tool during conversations or simply record them so that he can review it later and come up with conversation topics.

U N D E R W O R L D K A T A B A S I S Interagir avec:,,,,, Lieutenant d'état-major Jake Anderson Avant le feu d'artifice a commencé le Batarian a demandé au Geth s'il pouvait pirater les mechs LOKI, bien qu'intimidé que Phalanx ne devrait faire que si Jake l'a commandé. Peut-être que Balak a pensé que s'il commençait à diffuser des suggestions tactiques, Anderson serait précieux à propos de son autorité apparente usurpée. Si c'était le cas, c'était presque suffisant pour faire rire la N7. Une bonne idée était une bonne idée, et si son équipe pouvait voir et exploiter un avantage tactique qu'il avait négligé, d'autant mieux. Autorisation accordée à Phalanx. Vous voyez une ouverture, vous la prenez. Bon appel Balak... Peut-être travailler avec un Batarien ne serait pas une si mauvaise chose après tout. L'équipe d'infiltration n'avait pas attendu longtemps quand les premières fissures distantes des coups de feu ont été entendues. Les nerfs d'avant-guerre ont cédé la place à d'innombrables heures d'entraînement, et Jake l'homme, qui avait des espoirs, des rêves, des peurs et des doutes, a complètement glissé dans le rôle de Jake le soldat, une arme vivante fabriquée par l'armée de Systems Alliance, le dernier modèle d'une longue lignée de guerriers à sortir de la ligne Anderson. Le fusil d'assaut Valkyrie, qui il y a quelques instants semblait si lourd et si encombrant, pesait soudainement pas plus que de bonnes intentions, et s'inscrivait mieux dans ses mains que n'importe quel amant. Toutes ces incertitudes, toutes ces peurs, tous les problèmes qui semblaient si importants il y a des battements de cœur peuvent aussi bien avoir appartenu à un autre homme. Soudain, il était concentré d'une manière que la plupart des gens normaux ne comprendraient jamais, ne comprendraient jamais. Son corps semblait rougir d'énergie, avec un besoin désespéré de fermer avec l'ennemi et de les détruire, de ses propres mains s'il le devait. La discipline de fer l'a maintenu en place, l'a maintenu à son poste auto-ordonné en gardant cette voie d'évasion ouverte. Le temps avait l'air de ramper alors qu'il regardait le feu des Batariens, et qu'il se terminait ensuite, une mech LOKI, la transformant en tant de ferraille. Le reste des robots a ignoré l'équipe d'infiltration, et a pris la direction du chaos des équipes d'assaut. La seule explication qu'Anderson pouvait penser pour cette étrange même était que leurs VI.S étaient en quelque sorte défectueux, les forçant à faire face à la menace la plus ouverte à l'enceinte. Bizarre, mais chanceux. Angel et Sicaria avaient réussi à soumettre les scientifiques sans effusion de sang, qui se blottis maintenant dans des boules paniquées sous leurs bureaux, tandis que Rayes=Xum Vas Fowal se battait résolument avec les suites de cyberdéfense des banques de données. Si le Quarien était à moitié aussi bon au piratage que son profil l'a déclaré, alors il aurait eu ce dont ils avaient besoin en quelques secondes. Si Anderson ne savait pas mieux, il aurait dit que les choses allaient trop bien. C'est ce que j'ai dit. C'est ce que j'ai dit. Juste à la queue de la porte diamétralement en face de sa position glissa ouverte, et dans versé deux chiens comme les mechs FENRIR, rapidement suivi par cinq soldats d'assaut Cerberus conduit par un Centurion. Jake n'était pas sûr pourquoi ils sont venus ici au lieu de renforcer leurs alliés à la porte d'entrée, mais il n'a vraiment pas eu le temps de réfléchir à la question. L'un des FENRIR, chargé à Raye, tandis que le deuxième saut jusqu'aux dais élevés pour attaquer les deux Turiens. Le Cerberus Centurian a lancé une grenade frag à la dais levée, vers la position générale de Balak. Sans perdre de temps Jake cria un avertissement à l'équipe, avant de s'engager dans les troupes du Cerberus, confiant les tireurs d'élite ci-dessus pour couvrir le Quarien sans défense, et les Turians pour faire face à leurs propres problèmes. Il s'est chargé puis a tiré un coup de feu concussien, il a frappé le centre mort de la cuirasse des soldats de tête, en envoyant l'homme voler de ses pieds. Anderson n'a pas eu la chance de suivre son attaque, alors que les autres soldats ont commencé à tirer sur lui, le forçant derrière la couverture limitée de la porte. Le feu de cornet s'est déchiré dans le béton, déchirant des copeaux de pierre, bien qu'il ait risqué un regard en arrière, voyant les soldats se jeter derrière leur propre couverture, bien que l'homme qu'il avait touché était encore en bas. Morte, avec un peu de chance, si ce n'est pas le cas. "Fuuuck." Il espérait qu'Aegon était dans la merde aussi profonde qu'il l'était en ce moment. Après tout, c'était censé être le numéro 'facile'. Le Spectre s'est penché hors de sa couverture pour échanger le feu avec les Cerbes, sachant que s'il n'avait pas reçu le soutien de son équipe, cela ne finirait pas joliment.

Name: Staff Lieutenant Jake Anderson Race: Human Age: 30 Sex: Male Appearance: Jake stands a shade over six feet and two inches tall, and weighs two hundred and fifteen pounds. His physique is athletically toned rather than heavily muscled. He is quietly proud of his body, a pride that he feels he has quite rightly earned considering the time and effort he has put into maintaining it. His posture and bearing is unmistakably military, and he moves with the unconscious confidence of a born fighter. On close inspection one might notice that his right arm seems slightly too long for his body, not to a freakish degree but just enough to bear noting. His skin is a deep mahogany, and along with his dark hair it speaks of an African heritage. His facial features are broad and flat, with a strong chin, wide jaw, and pensive brown eyes – the right one being a shade redder than the left - that sit in deep sockets under a brow that’s slightly too heavy not to look thuggish. His nose shows evidence of multiple breakages and fractures in the past, sitting somewhat crooked now. He wears his hair cropped, though is far less vigilant in shaving his face, usually sporting a short beard. He has three tattoos. The first, an N7 ranking logo on his right pectoral, has been marred slightly by a heavy degree of lattice-like scar tissue. He also has a large lion between his shoulder blades, and a small image of Blasto on his left buttock. That last one was a drunken misadventure that he regretted for weeks’ afterword, usually when he tried to sit down. Backstory: Fatherwas David Anderson, a highly decorated officer with the Systems Alliance. She was a career soldier. His mother lived in London, were he was raised. His parents divorced when he was a child due to his mother feeling that David was more interested in his career than he was in raising a family. Jake joined the SA as soon as he was able. His mother wasn’t impressed with his decision, considering what had happened between her and David, but ultimately didn’t stand in Jakes way. Part of the relief force sent to the aid of Elysium during the Skyllian Blitz. Part of the force sent on the retaliatory attack against Torfan. Member of Alliance Special Ops Team Delta, running five missions in Terminus Space. It was during this tour of duty that he finally earned the coveted N7 ranking. During the Reaper Wars he served in the N7 Special Ops. Took part in over twenty successful missions. Part of Hammer force. Psyche Profile: Not so long ago Jake was a soldier through and through. A consummately professional warrior possessed of an ice-cool calm, a healthy respect for the chain of command, and a real passion for action. He was he’s fathers son, no mistaking that. However, since the Hammer attack, and his ‘dying’ he feels like something inside him has broken. He no longer feels the same calm he once did, being far more excitable now than he was before. It worries him, Specialty: Jake has experience working with, and leading, teams of mixed races and backgrounds. He developed a knack for delegating duties that best suit an individual’s specific talents or expertise. However, Jake also shows a decidedly hands-off approach to leadership in that once he has got to know an individual and taken their measure, he is happy to leave them to act independently. He’s learnt that sometimes the best thing a leader can do for his team is to give them the space to work. He’s a capable soldier in his own right, fully able of holding the line or charging the enemy himself. After all, he would never ask his men to do something that he wouldn’t do himself. He’s any mans (or womans) equal in a straight firefight, being a respectable shot with both rifles and pistols, and being in possession of truly astoundingly quick reflexes. Powers/Skills: Expert marksman Proficient hand to hand fighter Marine officer training and experience Background and expertise in small unit tactics Full N7 training. A host of contacts within the Systems Alliance Equipment and Resources: N7 Valkyrie Assault Rifle N7 Piranha Shotgun M-6 Carnifex Heavy Pistol Standard issue service knife Omni-Tool N7 Armour, modified with Asymetric Rosenkov Materials defence layers and an offhand ammo-pack. Kuwashii Visor Thermal clips Medigel packs x 3 Frag Grenade x 2 Sample Post: A short sample post so I can get a handle of your writing style. This could be one of your characters early missions, a showing of them enjoying some downtime, or a short of some of their exploits during the Reaper war. Notes Jake is straight, and currently single. He was involved in a tumultuous relationship with a Turian Cabal member during the Reaper Wars, and has been taking a break from relationships to recover. As a newly minted Spectre, Jake hasn’t made up his mind on who he supports to become the Warden of the Citadel. Jake has an intense dislike for the Batarian Hegemony. It stems from the things he seen and experienced during the Skyllian Blitz, and consequent retaliatory attack. However during the Reaper war he worked with several Batarian soldiers, and came to grudgingly respect them as individuals, even if he does disagree with their government. Has a habit of running his hands across his head when he is feeling stressed..

Sicaria Velinian Secaria a fait signe à la réponse d'Aegon à son enquête très hostile, ainsi qu'à un grognement incohérent. Elle a vu la logique dans ses paroles, et il serait plus efficace de démêler le Parti avant de le tuer, mais cela a supprimé la gratification de détruire ce qui était effectivement un culte politique. Eh bien, la satisfaction instantanée de toute façon. Mais si l'un d'eux est allé chercher une arme, elle a enlevé la tête du pauvre trou du cul qui a fait cette erreur. Ses pensées ont été brutalement interrompues par une voix humaine puissante derrière elle, incitant le Turian à pivoter et à tomber sur son genou gauche pendant qu'elle tirait son Phaeston de l'aimant qui le tenait ferme à son omoplate droite. L'arme se déplaçait avec le canon pointé droit sur l'intrus, prêt à tuer si nécessaire. Le Phaeston, bien qu'il ne soit pas aussi puissant que le M-76 Revenant, était beaucoup plus précis et était généralement considéré comme l'équilibre ultime de la puissance de feu et du rapport de frappe. Heureusement, il n'est pas venu à une fusillade alors que le Geth marchait entre eux, réussissant à désamorcer la situation par ce qui aurait été un moment réconfortant si ce n'était pas pour la possibilité de la mort dans les moments à venir. Sans un mot, les Turians se levèrent prudemment et s'emparèrent une fois de plus de son arme, donnant à l'homme une fois de plus. D'après ce qu'elle avait vu sous le manteau qu'elle portait, elle avait une double prothèse et avait vu de meilleurs jours, mais elle était encore dure, ou assez stupide pour s'écarter d'une pièce pleine de tueurs. Aujourd'hui serait plus intéressant qu'elle ne le pensait au départ, c'est sûr. Peu après, les équipes partent, Sicaria part avec Anderson et la compagnie pour s'engager dans une approche plus furtive. Malheureusement pour elle, elle n'était pas exactement orientée vers l'espionnage, mais elle était certainement capable de se déplacer tranquillement. Le plus gros problème pour elle était un manque d'armes supprimées, donc elle a été contrainte de compter entièrement sur ses omni-blades jusqu'à ce que quelque chose tourne mal... ce qui a supposé que c'était pourquoi elle traînait ici. Donc pour l'instant, en tant que seule personne blindée, elle a élevé l'arrière de l'escadron. Après environ une demi-heure de voyage quasi silencieux plus tard, le groupe est tombé sur une fissure dans un mur par ailleurs solide, et Anderson n'a pas perdu de temps à expliquer comment il était censé y arriver. Le Turian, honnêtement, ne se souciait pas moins de la façon dont il s'est formé, tout ce qui comptait c'était qu'il existait et cela a rendu la mission beaucoup plus facile pour l'équipe d'infiltration. Alors que Ja'Far et Phalanx semblaient déterminés à être les derniers à se presser dans la crevasse, Sicaria décida de passer à travers la suite du Rayon Quarien. Pour elle, c'était un ajustement serré bien qu'étant deux pouces plus court que le Spectre qui les mène, principalement en raison du collier que tous les Turiens possédaient. Après un long moment, elle émergeait de l'autre côté, son armure n'était que légèrement éraflée autour du cou depuis le passage. En ce moment, l'initié qui avait déjà trouvé son chemin à l'intérieur et tué un membre du Cerberus a été présenté par leur commandant... et elle était quelque chose. Alria, c'était son nom, et elle était visiblement plus jeune que Sicaria. Pas beaucoup, mais la figure plus mince et plus lithique a laissé entrevoir un certain écart dans l'âge. Sans dire que Sicaria n'était pas sans ses charmes, mais cette fille... c'était quelque chose d'autre. Beaucoup plus limber, certainement plus flexible, et attrayant pour le démarrage. Sa voix ne laissait rien à désirer, c'était comme une chanson quand elle parlait de tuer ce pauvre garde de sang-froid. Ce n'était pas de l'amour à première vue, mais c'était une attraction pour une nuit de passion, et peut-être quelque chose dans lequel Vetia s'impliquerait, aussi. Le Turian secoua la tête et cligne des yeux, renversant la réalité alors que l'équipe se dirigeait plus loin dans la base, un commandement étant donné pour faire sortir leurs armes à partir de maintenant. Plutôt que de tirer son fusil une fois de plus, elle s'est échangée avec le fusil apposé sur son bas du dos. Le M-11 Wraith était un fusil léger, variante de l'éviscérateur M-22 fabriqué par Cerberus, et était très illégal dans l'espace de la Citadelle. Elle l'avait rencontré sur le marché noir d'Omega et l'avait acheté rapidement, et elle l'avait maintenu par l'intermédiaire de l'invasion de Reaper grâce à la gravité de la situation. Maintenant, elle l'avait gardé sous un autre nom pour éviter sa découverte, et il s'est avéré fructueux maintenant. Une arme qui est venue à l'avance avec des morceaux de métal dentelés qui a déchiré à peu près tout allait être utile pour cette mission. Étant donné que les choses ont été vulgaires, de toute façon. L'équipage s'est installé dans la salle du serveur, prenant la couverture et prenant position hors de la vue de ceux qui étaient en poste ici. D'après ce qu'elle pouvait dire, la seule force importante ici était entièrement composée de LOKI mechs, qui jouaient à ses forces. Surcharger un et deux tomberait, geler peut-être une douzaine d'entre eux de la façon dont ils étaient tous emballés ensemble, les briser avec une technologie éclatée de l'armure... ce ne serait pas trop difficile à moins qu'un des scientifiques ici appelle un renfort. Les bruits de tirs lointains ont soudainement commencé à pimenter les oreilles de tous les présents, et l'action a commencé. Un des mechs est tombé en une seconde rapide de la main de Ja'Far, suivi de Rayes se déplaçant et commençant son processus de collecte de données. Sicaria était sur le point de suivre dans son sillage et de soumettre les chercheurs, bien qu'Alria l'ait battue au coup de poing avec un niveau de mise en scène. C'était comme un maître au travail... un travail sexy, presque lubrique qui a donné lieu à quatre têtes d'œuf sur le sol en quelques instants. Pendant tout ce temps, l'autre Turian a senti le sang se précipiter sur son visage et un trickle chaud est descendu du côté droit de son nez et s'arrêter à sa lèvre. « Cela doit être l'une des plus grandes choses que j'ai jamais vues... » Après cette exposition, elle a remarqué qu'un grand nombre de mechs avaient commencé à courir vers le combat principal pour laisser les infiltrateurs une pièce presque vide avec quelques types de science sur le sol. Se souvenant de ses ordres, elle emménage avec son fusil levé, lui donnant une queue menaçante à ceux qui sont restés dans la région. En tant qu'exécutrice des Soleils Bleus, elle avait appris à influencer une foule avec sa seule présence et à la manipuler pour la soumettre, et cette situation n'était pas différente. "Sauf si tu veux une jambe coupée, tu vas te mettre au sol et rester tranquille! Je vois un omni-outil continuer, et je vais commencer à trancher les doigts." Avec un peu de chance, elle n'aurait pas à suivre cette menace, et ces hommes et ces femmes seraient des otages faciles. Pire est venu au pire et quelqu'un a décidé d'être un héros, elle les fermait elle-même si nécessaire. Sur un côté, elle a donné à Alria un signe d'approbation, ne sachant pas qu'une partie de son visage était maintenant tachée d'un bleu agréable de la saigne lentement calmante.

Name: Sicaria Velinian Race: Turian Class: Sentinel Age: 28 Sex: Female Appearance: Standing at an even 6’00” and weighing in at 131lbs, Sicaria is about your average female Turian. Her facial tattoos are a striking combination of purple and violet that represent the Aephus colonies. They are present on her chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, and temples. She has a set of five scars that run up her right mandible and several others across her body, including a small chunk taken out of the left side of her collar. She has a black tattoo of a scythe on her left shoulder with the start and end dates of the Reaper Invasion below it. Backstory: Born to a pair of distinguished warriors that had previously retired to the planet of Aephus, many would’ve said that young Sicaria was destined for greatness. Her mother was a renowned sniper with more confirmed kills than she could remember and her father was possibly the best shock trooper in his company, so she had some big shoes to fill. She wanted to, too, but life had other plans for her. Sometime around the age of ten, both parents were killed in an industrial accident in the shipyard, though it was a suspicious case. They were the only ones injured or killed, and a stable stack of shipping containers had been dropped on them from above. Even this young, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, and the authorities did as well. The only issue was that the perpetrators were off world before anyone even found the bodies. When word got back to Sicaria, she was less disturbed by the death of her parents and more so by who her closest relative. This relative was her uncle Decimus, a middle-aged burnout that lived on the Citadel drinking his days away. Unfortunately for her, she could do nothing to stop this move. In the days following the funeral, which were quite emotional for all involved, Sicaria was moved to her uncle’s apartment on the Zakera Ward, and things quickly turned for the worse. His housing smelled of a distinct combination of sex, booze, and marijuana, and this was more than enough to put the girl off. In the months following, she slowly grew used to the situation she had been thrust into. It wasn’t ideal, but her fifteenth birthday would be her salvation. Come that age, she was sent off to Palaven to join the military like all other Turians, and basic training was almost like breathing to her. Every drill was completed quickly and without complaint, like she was a machine made to do them. Her superiors noticed of course, and she was recommended to go into command training. For some reason, she denied the offer, which baffled those that made it. While it wasn’t unheard of, most Turians strove to reach the highest rank they could. For Sicaria, it was a simple question. Would you rather give the order to shoot, or the one pulling the trigger? She decided she would be better of pulling the trigger. From there, things went well until she turned sixteen, and on the cusp of graduation, started to show some biotic capability. She was sent off to a Cabal Unit pretty quickly and received an amount of training with them, getting a set of biotic implants along the way. Her abilities, while limited, did their job. Someone also gave her the idea of combining these with tech powers, and a Sentinel was born. For the next few years, this unit moved around where they were needed, usually on simple peacekeeping missions and some diplomat escorts. Overall, she had a fairly boring time in the military with only a few notable skirmishes, but nothing worth retelling. When news came out about Saren’s betrayal, Sicaria was devastated. That spectre had been her idol since her childhood, and to see him allied with the Geth drove her to flee to Omega to sort things out. She wasn’t the only one, another member of her unit named Vetia went with her for similar reasons, and possibly one of romance. On this derelict station her life finally gained some level of interest, and she intended to enjoy the time she had there. Turians were a rare sight on Omega, as most know. A criminal haven was a place that fit the profile of Batarians or Vorcha easier than an entire militarized race, but here were two of those looking to rent an apartment and find out which gang offered the best protection. Lone behold, it ended up being the only one with Turian representation, the Blue Suns. For the duration of the investigation into Saren, she stayed on the station, not having a reason to go elsewhere. Little changed for her until the revival of Shepard two years after his death, aside from one key factor. She had gotten involved with the Suns somewhere in that gap and offered herself as an enforcer. These guys, knowing how valuable a bullet sponge that keeps getting back up is, readily accepted the offer and took off the protection fee on the apartment. The biggest downside was when Shepard came for a sort of knight paragon trying to clean up the station. They were finally able to move in, something had taken that sniper’s eyes off the bridge in. It was probably the Blood Pack breaking into the basement after all that time spent doing nothing down there. She was at the head of the next rush in, and everyone got across unscathed. But right when the front door came down, a certain famous human was waiting with a shotgun ready. Sicaria took the brunt of the first shot, rather her armor did, and she made the decision to stay down and escape the day with her life rather than get up and get killed for sure. Miraculously, it worked. And at that moment, she decided the gang life wasn’t worth it. Around a week later, Sicaria and her girlfriend fled the rock in favor of the Citadel, ironically finding another apartment close to where Decimus still lived. In a way, things ended up coming up full circle, at least until a trip to Earth some six months later. The pair had taken a vacation to the Caribbean, still a popular tourist trap, when the Reapers came. Sicaria had been lucky, she got off world in the first wave, as did Vetia. Though she saw enough destruction and took up arms, just waiting for the chance to move in give the Reapers what for. This galaxy was their home, and she would be damned before she gave it up willingly. Sometime later, with the destruction of the Reapers, Sicaria and Vetia returned to their apartment on the Citadel and resumed life, each one working to dig up information on how well their old unit fared during the war. It was a miracle they had both survived the invasion, but here they were. Psyche Profile: Sicaria is a soldier at peace with herself by now, ready to slow down and relax for a little while before taking up arms again to fight for another cause. Ceaseless and headstrong are good words to describe her, since it would take an army to stop her once her mind is set on something worth fighting for. Her favorite moment in life is the calm before the storm, she says that it brings out the best and worst in people. Overall, she’s open minded and really doesn’t care what someone does as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. The reconstruction of other planets isn’t very high on her priority list at the moment, though that’s mostly because of her living situation on the Citadel. Speaking of which, she doesn’t think its location matters much, as long as it stays her home for now. She wants to return to Aephus and potentially start a family one day, and ultimately hunt down the killers of her parents should they still be alive eighteen years and a genocide later. There isn’t much that Sicaria doesn’t like, but general assholery is up there. Specialty: Sicaria is a believer in the idea of high-risk high-reward, and as a result, she’s a qualified Red Herring of sorts. In short, her job description is to keep pressure off the main unit and create openings for them and anyone with a long range weapon. She also has a knack for keeping constant pressure on groups of enemies. Powers/Skills: -Throw - Warp - Lift Grenade - Tech Armor - Overload - Cryo Blast Equipment and Resources: - Turian Cabal Armor - Phaeston - M-11 Wraith - Matched pair of Omni-Blades -Station Contact - Omega -Black Market Access Sample Post: ”Ugh… how drunk was I last night?” ”Enough for me to carry you home and you to carry me to the bed.” ”Huh, must’ve been fun.” The figure of Sicaria Velinian slowly sat up in her bed, searching for some article of clothing that had been undoubtedly lost somewhere in the sheets last night’s lusty activities. It took her a moment, but she found a pair of flannel pants and slipped them on, then stood up. The blood rushed from her head and her vision faded, prompting her to sit back down for a moment. In this moment, the other Turian in the bed by the name of Vetia was crawling over and lightly running her claws down her lover’s back. ”…You’re never this affectionate in the morning unless you want breakfast.” ”You know me well, dear.” With a smirk, she laid back with her hands behind her head, giving Sicaria a light nudge with her knee. One exaggerated eye roll later, the younger of the two was up and moving out of the bedroom of the apartment. It was a small area, really just a bedroom, bathroom, and combined living room and kitchen, but it was enough for the pair. And in the kitchen was where the girl went to work, digging through the refrigerator to find something edible. Her savior came in the eggs of Palaven’s equivalent to the chicken, which quickly got taken out and set on the counter. The fridge was slammed shut and the Turian set to work, cracking eggs over a pan while the delicious scent of breakfast filled the room. In the meantime, four slices of bread were dropped into a toaster and a jar of something similar to peanut butter was retrieved from a cupboard above the counter all while a naked Turian tried her hand at stealth. ”Vetia, there’s a reason you have vanguard implants. You’re not exactly quiet… and put some clothes on.” Without a word, the girl in question turned around and came back with a pair of pants similar to Sicaria’s and sat at the counter. Not a moment later, the toaster returned that which it was made to create with a loud ding. ”Now is it just me, or does this all seem so… surreal? Like, a month ago we were all fighting for survival and now we’re eating actual food, not nutrient paste.” ”I know what you mean, it’s weird… but a good weird, y’know?” In the coming silence, Vetia would get up from her seat and collect a few eggs from the pan for herself, contemplating how life had come to it’s current point. Sicaria did the same, mulling over just what to say in the coming moments. With some dry toast on her plate now, and taking the rest of the eggs in the pan, she sat down at her own seat. ”Yeah… it feels good to not be shot at for once, though.” The girl smiled up at her lover as she came over to sit beside her, giving her a light peck on the mandible. ”It’s your turn to buy the tea, you know.” ”I know…” This fact was acknowledged with an audible sigh. Notes - Bisexual, prefers females. - Has a girlfriend named Vetia, they’ve been together for a little under three years. - Has no immediate family. - Scythe tattoo was done roughly a week following the defeat of the Reapers. ╔═════════════════════════════════════════════════════╗ "So these are the people I'm protecting this time..." | ☀ Friends | ✌ Neutral | ☕ Who? | ☠ Not fond of | ⚜ Acquaintances | ✸ Best friends | ❤ Love interest | ❧ Dating | || Jake Anderson || ⚜ "Certainly a capable leader, but he's a little too naive for my liking." ⚜ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Aegon Partinax || ☀ "A legend among Turians, makes me wonder how serious this really is." ☀ Like I said, Aegon's a living legend. Hell, almost every Partinax is, but he stands out. He practically filled Saren's place after he went rogue, and he found the time to raise a couple kids! I'm not the best Turian, probably one of the worst, but I aspire to be like him. Everyone should. || Ravanor Rykarn || ☀ "In all honesty, I never expected the most reasonable thing in the galaxy to be a Krogan." ☀ Never thought I'd say a Krogan was level-headed, but here I am. He's some weird mix of a Krogan and an Asari, like a walking tank with a functioning brain that's keen enough to make you worry a bit. He's very nice though, covered my ass when I accidentally screwed him over and kept me company the night after the husks. Speaking of which, Krogan make surprisingly good pillows... and, he helped me realize something. I want a committed relationship, limitations and all. No more of that 'fuck anyone you want' crap, it's fun but it's caused too many problems. So Rykarn, if you somehow get your hands on this recording, thanks. || Vella Calixten Ophelia || ☠ "Aegon's chewed her out already, not sure how things will turn out with her..." ☠ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Ellis Taevon || ☠ "It feels like an ice cube gets dropped in my armor whenever this... thing, looks at me." ☠ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Rayes'Xum nar Yaron || ⚜ "Quick at his job, never seen anyone break through a Cerberus encryption as fast as this Quarian." ⚜ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Phalanx || ⚜ "I had my concerns, but it's proven itself trustworthy. Anyone that takes a few husk bites for the team if fine by me." ⚜ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Ja'Far Balak || ⚜ "Chain-smoker, probably has the worst tobacco addiction I've ever seen. Great in the field, though." ⚜ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Rol'Narris vas Vaepal || ☕ "Wait, we have a second Quarian? And he was on the infiltration team!?" ☕ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Tiberius Adarian || ✌ "Between him and Ja'Far, I'll be burning enough incense to start a fire with." ✌ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Raik Skarr || ✌ "He doesn't come off as a conversationalist, lets his actions speak for him. Not surprised, really." ✌ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Gilvert Somner || ☠ "Not to say I hate him, it's just that something feels... off, about him." ☠ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Salissa Fortia || ✌ "She's tougher than steel, though she makes me wonder if there really is a difference between bravery and stupidity." ✌ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Alria Vicrinus || ❤ "I might have a shot, Spirits please tell me I have a shot with her!" ❤ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings. || Ethan Sartiel || ☕ "I have literally no idea who this is." ☕ Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.

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"Allez, vieux Chugger! Vous avez entendu le Sgt Tusky, nous nous dirigeons vers la base!\nVella a ta(...TRUNCATED)

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