Shepard's Return| Alternate IC Thread |

[Elerian]

Shepard has awoken to a galaxy on the verge of war. He must venture out and save it not only from external threats but from itself.

Shepard Vids:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LdnH4rVBXT8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d2_jhROT7F8

He must gather a small team of professionals to combat the coming threats. Whether they be from people he called friends or other more sinister forces . . .

OOC Thread: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=31&t=263548

All Crew members start out just talking about what your character is doing.

[Elerian]

After their little conversation the Illusive man forwarded Shepard a copy of the dossiers for all the operatives he suggested.

Real Name: Gregorn Mikailovich
Nickname: "Gregoravorcha"
Codename: (Former, normaly not used) Icepick
Alias: Jason Bradley
Species (No hybrids): Human
Allegiance (Alliance, Neo Cerberus, STG, Specters, Blue Suns, Independent, ect.): Sierra Foundation
Gender: Male
Age: 30
Appearance (In and out of armor, pictures or paragraph): His personal favorite armor combination is the Alliance Modification of Cerberus Ajax armor that is mainly given to N7 demolishers, and replaces the N7 Helmet with a Inferno helmet. It is a white set of
armor with a blue stripe running across both legs and arms, plus a gold epaulet on the left shoulder. In place of where the N7 logo normaly is, he has his name engraved in a black polemer. His formal wear is a sharp black suit. He stands about 6'5", has a tan complexion, hazel eyes, brown hair, keeps the crew cut he had throughout the military, and he has a N7 tattoo on his left bicep.
Personality: The first thing you would notice about Gregorn is his work ethic. Trained in the ICT where slacking gets you fired or killed, he does not take kindly to those who niether do what they were instructed to do nor to those who give less 100% of thier utmost ability toward any given task. Born to a family who wanted thier son to be a politician, Gregorn has respect for those in the political field, as long as they don't make a habit of tying things down with "red tape". Despite this, it is hard for him to not piss people off, since he will not let anything go by him without in one way or another acting opon it.
A tough but fair officer, he doesn't stand for abuse of authority, or the misuse of resources that were given to you. He would rather think on an issue than immediatly taking action on it, and has a hard time making decisions if two sources can't compromise with each other. He is also very empathetic, which can cause problems in various high stress situations. He won't stop asking for elaboration on a subject, always wanting to get the most infomation out of any given source possible. He also has psychological training. However has trust issues due to captivity. (See below)
Effectively doesn't give a damn about cheats or crooks, believing that either said person will get caught, or if he has significantly harmed anyone, will just shoot the bastard. Absolutely LOVES explosives, or for that matter, anything that shoots fire or makes a big crater. He is very easygoing, loves to have parties. He will ALWAYS provide the vodka.
Personal History: Born in 2146 to a (relatively due to the war) wealthy Russian family on Bekenstein, he finished college in 2176 with a major in psychology, and joined the Alliance Military due to a CNOTC (Collegiate Navy Officer Training Corps, sort of like US ROTC) option, and thus had forced enlistment after college. He had started work at ICT in Rio de Janeiro in 2177, and was one of the few cadet graduates from the academy, earning N2 in 2177 upon graduation from college. He then served on SSV Geneva and was part of 143rd Marines, stationed on the colony world of Virmire for the next 4 years, all the while training for a end of the year exam and physical at ICT. He was the promoted to Major and given designation N7 in 2180 for shutting down a Blood Pack bombing operation in the Far Rim. This was a particularly intense political shitstorm due to the fact that the Blood Pack had stolen a old nuclear reactor that the Alliance had turned into a bomb which was to be detonated in a safe location away from Citadel Space. The N5 team that was with the bomb (designated Seirra-1) was massacred, and the bomb was co-opted by the Blood Pack to detonate a Space Station in orbit above Trignata Petra, and in the aftermath, invade the planet. He was then held captive for 2 years by a Krogan group called the Black Sentinels, and was rescued by the Sierra Foundation in 2182. Following boring diplomatic posts and family troubles, he was given a notice for a honorable discharge.
He has since gone around the galaxy as a Merc-for-hire, despite having a job as a infiltrator for Sierra Foundation.
Powers, Weapons, Armor (Be reasonable):
Armor: See Appearance for details.
Powers: Built like a soldier/sentinel crossbreed- not biotic;
Flamer (Anti-shield spec)
Frag Grenades
Adrenaline Rush (Shield and health spec)
Weapons:
M-11 Suppressor- Always carried everywhere.
Cerberus Harrier- Main combat weapon; Cerberus logo's removed, gun repainted; modified to 3 round burst, has extended magazines and barrel length.
Manlinger Knife- 6 inch serrated blade; taken with M-11 on most occasions. (As you no doubt know, I made this up, thus for a bit of history it is a Armax Arsenal Special edition)
Omni-shield as heavy melee, however unlike Paladin it is a modified shield that is too large and bulky to use as a blunt force trauma device; best used to provide cover.
Ship Details (If applicable): None
Weaknesses (REQUIRED):
Slight Alcoholic
Trust issues
Inquiries into EVERYTHING.
Formalities
Can be emotional (notice not part of personality, won't come up much)
Character Summary (Optional):
Good at:
Diplomacy
Co-ordination
Mid-short range combat
Obliteration
Persuasion (to a point)
Strategies and Tactics
Defense and Offense
Terrible at:
Long-Range Combat
Piloting
Repairs
Combat vs Biotics w/ shields

Real Name:Nehleen Tornnus
Nickname/Codename/Alias: Tornnus
Species (No hybrids):Turian
Allegiance (Alliance, Neo Cerberus, STG, Specters, Blue Suns, Independent, ect.):Hastatim marine
Gender:Female
Age:20
Personality:Very quiet but proud of his history and her military service with the Hastatim marine corps., has a very short temperament.
Personal History:Corporal.Nehleen Tornnus- born on Triganta Petra enlisted in the Hastatim marines at 15 Graduated top 5% in marksmanship with high recommendations from instructors. However she had a bad habit of moving to fast and thinking to fast. Her squad usually couldn't keep up, this would latter result in her being put into special ops head hunter groups to minimize her squad slowing her down. She exiled in hand to hand because of her life in the Hastatim, instructors always commenting that it was like she had something to prove.
She then became a feared marine early in her carrier, among her peers in training exercises in any environment including Zero gravity she was the best. Passing even high just under Shepard's scores in Hunt and survival in the training sims. Soon she was in listed into the Hastatim head hunters personally saving the salarian councilor from two assassination attempts.
Nehleen Tornnus has shown exceptional baring and tact on and off the battlefield and having the recent loss of her sister and daughter, she claims there is only to serve but primarch.Nyree Victus
After her I squad took almost 100% casualties defending a small colony on the closest moon of Triginta Petra from slavers and pirates,He was beaten to the ground by a batarian whose team had killed his entire squad due to being surrounded. The pirates cut his suit oxygen and toyed with her turning it on and off beating her and torchering her for days till a patrol finally found her. (Has a undying hatred to mecs pirates and assassins.)
Powers, Weapons, Armor (Be reasonable):Phaeston assault rifle, Krysae Sniper Rifle,light Ghost armor. combat knife
Weaknesses (REQUIRED):VERY bad PTSD, and becomes upset very easy... sometimes she gets flashbacks while in combat which causes hesitation. Cannot figure out her Omni tool for the life of her (is not very good with technology).

Real Name:Shala'Jaa vas Serenity
Nickname/Codename: Shala
Allegiance:herself
Gender:female
Age:28
Appearance:(in armor) She wears a standard Quarian enviro-suit during combat. It is gold with silver fabric trim. Around others she wears a formal style suit. Her face is narrow with a light scar running down the left hand side. Her eyes are light purple with flecks of gold around the pupil. She is 5'11" tall but she is built rather thinly.
Personality:Fairly amiable with friends. She is typically quiet and reserved around strangers.
History: Unknown
Powers, Weapons, Armor:Se uses an Executioner heavy pistol by itself. Her armor is a standard quarian enviro-suit with extra armor plating on the chest and upper legs. It is gold with silver fabric trim. Her first power is the combi-barrier. It is omni-tool generated small armor plates held together with a biotic field. Her second power is warp. Her final power is a combat drone outfitted with a small rocket launcher. She also has an extended omni-blade with a slightly triangular blade.
Ship Details (Ignore):The Serenity is a fast attack frigate. She is 165 metres long. Her engines are quite large for a frigate. The weapons are optimized for short range fighting.
Weaknesses (REQUIRED):She is physically frailer than most of his allies. She also doesn't have much firepower at long range and her weapon is single shot.
Good at:
Melee combat
Technological problems
Piloting
Duct tape and prayers repair work
Defensive biotics
Bad at:
Combat past about fifty feet
Offensive combat
Working without his omni-tool
Any additional information:Her biotics are a very dark burgundy color.

Real Name: Valin'Tara vas Digeris
Nickname/Codename/Alias: Just Valin, I suppose.
Species (No hybrids): Quarian
Allegiance (Alliance, Neo Cerberus, STG, Specters, Blue Suns, Independent, ect.): The Indepenedent Coaltion of Biotics, works as a spec ops agent and other "under the radar" jobs.
Gender: Male
Age: 28
Appearance (In and out of armor, pictures or paragraph): Male Quarian Enviro-Suit with a more profound hood. The armor itself is a black/dark grey color with dark blue details around it. The I.C.O.B. emblem is on his shoulder guard.
Personality: Kind and friendly. He can is hard to open up at first, but he will if you keep st it. Trusting and Loyal to his friends.
Personal History: Valin was born on Digeris in the few years before the Coalition arrived and occupied it. His parents were two Quarians, and they were both talented biotics. When the Coalition arrived, Veron joined Sylvus Academy to learn about tech and Omni-Tool use. Valin was a natural at this, like many Quarians. However, he did not exhibit the biotic potential his parents did, and chose to continue learning about Omni-Tools and technology. Upon finishing his classes, he joined a class of advanced Omni-Tool use, and using them for offense and defense, as well as a course on basic military training and small arms handling. He excelled in these classes, and graduated from Sylvus Academy with honors. However, something gnawed at Valin. He wanted to see the rest of his people; the Migrant Fleet. After he graduated the Academy, he took off in a small ship his parents used to get to Digeris and visited the Migrant Fleet.
Upon arriving at the fleet, Veron was amazed on varying levels. He was amazed by the incredible amounts of ships that were together, it was like a big traveling city to the curious Quarian. But, that amazement turned to sadness, as he saw how the Quarians lived. They had to keep supplies and technology together, and he learned a better understanding of the Geth and how they drove his people from Rannoch. He wanted to help the fleet, whether it be with simple supplies or important technology. Valin returned to Digeris after a long stay with the fleet, and he was offered a position in the Coalition's military as a special ops agent and operative due to his proficiency in the Academy for these areas. Valin took the job, being appreciative of the Coalition for what they taught him.
Today, Veron is still a respected operative for the Independent Coaltion of Biotics. He sends what important supplies and intel he can to the Migrant Fleet to help them out in whatever manner he can.
Powers, Weapons, Armor (Be reasonable):
He is skilled in Tech powers, as that is his strong suit.
Incinerate
Flashbang Grenade
Overload
Tactical Cloak/Shadow Strike
Omni-Blade
Weapons:
Javelin Sniper Rifle
Phalanx Pistol with optional suppressor (if the need arises.)
His Omni-Blade, as previously mentioned.
Armor:
His armor isn't very significant, as he prefers to wear light armor for better maneuverability. But it is enough to protect from a few hits.
Weaknesses (REQUIRED): Cannot take much damage due to light armor, but he makes up for it with being fairly nimble and agile. Due to his Enviro-suit and Quarian immune systems, if a bullet or anything gets through his suit, it can cause severe damage if not treated. Overall, is fairly fragile compared to most soldiers, he is better attacking from a concealed or high cover position.
He shows sympathy for the Migrant Fleet, and will lean towards them in most issues pertaining to them.
Any additional information we should know: He is a skilled hacker and knows how to unlock doors, computers, and many things that involve a circuit board.

Real Name: Nicola Dimitri Zhukov
Nickname: Dimitri
Codename: (Former, normally not used) "The Hammer"
Alias: None.
Species (No hybrids): Human
Allegiance (Alliance, Neo Cerberus, STG, Specters, Blue Suns, Independent, etc.): Former Alliance Marine and Current Security Consulant
Gender: Male
Age: 53
Appearance (In and out of armor, pictures or paragraph): Standing in at a little over 7'0 tall, Nicola had to commission a specialized armor for his size for his line of former and current work. Nicola wears heavily modified N7 Defender Armor, with the main additions being extra armor plating and a highly illegal shield mod to withstand higher explosive rounds. Coated in black paint, the armor shows multiple scars and dents of battle as Nicola has refused to have them fixed as it shows his battle experience and his stubbornness in battle. When not in his armor, Nicola prefers to wear a tang-top with a heavy vest, his old dog tags around his neck, tinted sun glasses, black jeans with an over-sized belt buckle of his native Ukraine colors, and size 19 black steel-toed combat boots. Besides being tall, Nicola is built as a tank with a heavy set frame and muscles in just about every part of his body. He has long and messed up brown hair that covers most of his face, minus the scars across his left eye and face from a knife fight many years beforehand. His right eye is missing completely, and has been replaced with a cybernetic one that allows him to see in the dark and infrared images in battle.
Personality: Nicola is a man of few words and prefers to let his actions do the talking. Being a former Alliance heavy gunner and sniper, Nicola has a tendency of taking his actions to the extreme when dealing with the enemy as he prefers to run in guns-blazing over trying to talk things diplomatically. Considered hot-heated and stubborn by his former superiors, Nicola does have a heart when it comes to protecting those that cannot defend for themselves, and that has resulted in his recent work in acting as a security consultant for colonies in the Attican Traverse and Terminus Systems since retiring from the Alliance Navy. When on down-time, Nicola can be seen drinking heavily as it seems he has a past he wish he could forget and as such, has shut himself out from taking to alot of people over the years. Plus, his appearance has a tendency of warding off people from wanting to speak to him.
Personal History: Born in 2129 in a backwater village of Ukraine, little is known about Nicola's childhood or his teens. The only records exist in his 28 year service record in the Alliance Navy, and even much of that is still classified. With his records showing that Nicola retired at the rank of Lieutenant and that he was stationed in several hostile zones during his career, nothing else is known about his past training or his past missions as the Alliance Navy as them all blacklisted and classified. However, in the proceeding years since retiring, Nicola has worked as a "Security Consultant" for several colonies in the Terminus Systems, recently on Horizon. With not much known about his past, only those that know or speak to Nicola have any clue about the former soldier's past.
Armor: N7 Defender Armor with mods for additional armor platting, shielding and weapons packs.
Powers: Pure Soldier, with specializations in heavy weapons, suppression, and sniping (Fortification, Shielding, Suppressor and Enhanced Sniping).
Weapons: M-99 Saber Assault Rifle w/h enhanced scope and armor piercing rounds (main weapon), N7 Typhoon w/h extended magazines, Executioner Pistol w/h enhanced muzzle and scope, M-300 Claymore w/h enhanced muzzle and magazines, enhanced Omni-Tool Blades (dual wield for close-range combat).
Ship Details: Modified Systems Alliance UT-47.
Weaknesses (REQUIRED):Alcoholic, doesn't speak much, head-strong and stubborn, has temper issues and slight trust issues with those above him in command, hates strategy and prefers to charge head-on into a fight/situation.
Strengths (REQUIRED): Expert in close, short, medium and long-range combat situations (given his skill set), good shuttle pilot, doesn't leave anyone behind in a fight and often is the one willing to hold the line for his team to escape/retreat, can out-drink anyone, more to be developed once more backstory is revealed.

Real Name: Leonidas Grant
Nickname: Grant
Codename: N/A
Allegiance: Shepard
Gender: Male
Age: 75 Earth years
Appearance: (In Armor) He wears black armor with a blue strip down the right arm. (Out of Armor) He wears a grey t-shirt and black cargo pants tucked into a pair of black combat boots. His dog tags hang around his neck and he always wears a black ballcap when not in his armor.
Personality: Straight forward, Grant does not like to fuck around. He has the temper of a thousand gods of war fighting each other at the same time. He makes a mule look very compromising in terms of his stubbornness.
History: Born in 2101, Leonidas Grant was a son of New York City. He was orphaned at a young age, and sent to an orphanage. When he was twelve, he joined a gang; they called themselves the Exodians, feeling they had been pushed from society. For six years, they waged a small war against the NYPD. When the entire gang, except for Grant, had finally been eradicated, the young man had begged for any alternative to prison. They offered the military life, and Grant accepted immediately. There, he was trained to use biotics. He was a natural soldier, quickly gaining quite the reputation for himself. Fifteen years later, he was inducted into the N7 program. He then carried the N7 insignia proudly for the next two and a half decades. At the age of 58, Grant was sought out by Cerberus and he joined their ranks, later joining the crew of the Normandy after its reconstruction.
Powers, Weapons, & Armor: Grant’s powers include Adrenaline Rush, Multi-Drone, and Tech Armor. His weapons are the Revenant assault rifle, M-99 Cain, along with an Indian kukri knife. His armor is the N7 grenadier issue.
Weakness(s): A temper that makes a mule look sensible; addiction to pain medications for an arm wound from the First Contact War; synthetic right arm; overreliant on tech powers
Good At
Frontal Assaults
Hand-to-hand combat
Recon
Distracting large amounts of enemies
Bad At
Stealth
Sniping
Ship: Normandy SR-2
Additional Info: Multi-Drone is basically Combat Drone, but it splits into three smaller drones that divert the enemies' attention so Grant can take out the biggest guy quickly. Also, Grant was in the First Contact War and is prejudiced against turians. He lost his right arm because of a turian crushing it.

[Ralnis]

Tharmatux,
Illuim, Warrior Arms Security Firm

The young Apothecary and his drones were counting and managing many things as his drones where repairing whatever weapons and armor that was damaged while Biotic tendrils were moving all over the small area lifting crates and lifting plasma cutters while squeezing the pieces of metal together and some adding modifications together to enhance the quality of the armor or shielding while he himself was talking to someone, it was the CEO of the Firm, Warrior Arms Security Firm was a new establish Firm in light of all the chaos with the Citadel over the past year or so, they are one of the few that are not discredit or man handled by the more corrupt groups like the Blue Suns, Red Eclipse or Blood Pack and they had the best quality equipment around these systems for merc groups of their size. Their secret weapon is Tharmatux, who did not do the fighting, but use his proficient training in doing what he does best, being a quartermaster, to make sure that the soldiers are able to do their job. The CEO was name Steve Quilish, even to this day Tharmatux is still wanting to know how he got that last name but he is to shy to ask.

Steve started talking" Hey, how is my good supply manager working?"
" Well... I have several million credits worth of equipment that has been repaired, also I have organized the supplies for that off-world contract that has been accepted and hopefully I can upgrade that M-8 Avenger for the Turian."
" Kid, do always think about work or get a time to yourself"
" Yes sir, I get a free time every 2 hours every fourth of the month on the eight hour current Illium time."
" Seriously, kid, you need a friend or hobby or something, but I did not come here to crtizie your work ethic. I came to give you this."
Steve hands Tharm a datapad with a message about a new job, as Tharmautux reads it, he is shocked that drops the supplies as his Biotics were disrupted and he spoke with a shiver down his spine" A job...away from the Firm and it has this much they are paying for my contract!?"
" I was shocked to kid but it looks like you have a new buyer, I don't know who it is but they said that they will have someone find you."
" Well, what about the Blue Suns and others?"
" Kid, you worry to much, just enjoy your new job and watch your head, you do know that you do have enemies and competition because of what you do.'
" Yes sir, I will take your words to note. Guryhid Musihok."
Tharmutux walks to his drones and puts on his breather as he communicate to his drones in whimsical noises and musical tones that the drones whimsically danced on their anti-grav projectors as they said in binary" Prax, Lax, Brothers" this alone had said that they are ready to follow the Apothecary where ever he goes. This will be quite the adventure the Apothecary will under take.

[Illan]

Valin'Tara
Omega Market Area

A figure rushed across a rooftop, vaulting over venting systems and jumping over pipes. The figure crouched down on the edge of the rooftop, looking below at the busyness of the streets. Market stalls dotted the streets, along with the occasional Batarian doomsday preacher.

"No sign of the target yet." A voice muffled out. It was that of Valin.

He kept dashing across the rooftops at a brisk pace, looking out at various locations of interest. He still couldn't find what he was looking for. But then, Valin descended down a small alley, landing on a small overhang. He looked further down the alley, and saw something that got his attention. There were about half a dozen Vorcha and a few Krogan, all wearing red armor adorned with painting of white skulls. They were talking with two Salarians and a Human. The Human took out a container of some sort of substance; from Valin's point of view, it looked like Red Sand. But then, a large Krogan stepped out of the crowd of Vorcha and Krogan toward the human. This Krogan was wearing noticeably better armor than his accomplices, much higher protected and shielded. Valin knew who this Krogan was.

"Garm." He said to himself.

Valin reached for his back, and took his sniper rifle out, a Geth Javelin. He put his covered head down on the stock of the rifle, and looked down the scope. The scope's reticle danced around, until it found its way onto the Krogan, Garm's, head.

[Eridanus 3]

"Gregoravorcha" (OOC: Will edit this if Neema objects.)
Illium, Port Sierra, connected to Azure
Gregorn was in for it now... "Shala, where the fuck did you go???" He shot another 3-round burst at some more Black Sentinels mercs, killing a Batarian Heavy Weapons expert. "I forgot my damn Cain... Think I lost it back there..." A Cain shell flies over his head. "Yup. Lost it." He fires three more bursts, killing a few humans.

3 hours earlier...
"So, why Azure?" asked Shala, curious as to why Gregorn DEMANDED they go there...
"Three words Shala. Booze, Women, Sleep." replied Gregorn, yawning... They already stole a freighter from some silly gang called "Black Sentinels..."
"I never will understand your fascination with alcohol." She sighed... The Gregoravorcha was a crazy man...
"Well sometimes I don't understand me either... I'm off to find some hot Asari and some good Vodka. I ran out last... Hour. I think."
Currently
"Yes I swear I'm full of Vodka. My adrenal implants are screwing my vision up." He vaulted over cover, shot a flamer in his fuel tank, blew him up, rolled under cover, swapped for his suppressor, and unloaded into a Vorcha nearby...
"Well hurry the hell up..."

[Elerian]

~Normandy SR-2~

Shepard looked around the new ship. It was much larger than the old Alliance frigate he had called home. But this one was more . . . dead. There weren't half as many crew members now as on the SR-1. But that was beside the point.

Shepard sighed. He had been gone far to long to let all these terrible things happen. It was his duty to defend the people of the galaxy and he felt as though he had failed. But for the time he contented himself with putting his mind into the work at hand. The Reapers. The greatest threat the entire galaxy had faced in existence was coming. Shepard didn't know when or where they would come from but he knew that they needed to be stopped. But first he would need to deal with this new threat. The Collectors. They plagued Humanity and they would need to be put down.

Shepard first needed to gather his team. The Illusive man had already told him that Tharmatux had been contacted and would undoubtedly be ready to leave when he arrived. So he would be first.

~Illium~
Shepard had never been to Illum before but it was a pretty sight to behold. Much like in many places on Earth there were towering skyscrapers that loomed overhead as he and Miranda zoomed by on their way to pick up Tharmatux. They sat in silence for the ride. Shepard was deep in thought until they arrived at the complex that Tharmatux was supposedly inside of. "Lets go find him." And with that Shepard jumped out of the craft and headed towards the front door.

[Ralnis]

Tharmutux
Tharmutux was walking with his drones to his home, it was a small apartment that was meant for the slums, most police did not come around but this was the play grounds of gangs and the Blue Suns. Because of this he rigged the place to have a high voltage and amps to cook the metal around flesh so it did not make any expensive explosions. This had become expertly wired to the power system around the apartment that it actually diverts from the actual building but it was only a small leak of power to what the power can do to an actual power. The apartment itself was about five floors to the ground so his cybernetics can make him survive the impact. Well those cybernetics will be tested as the Blue Suns heard of what the Apothecary that will leaving and decided that this was time to kill him and finally make sure he won't be a problem.

" Alright guys, I think we should go to the starport so we can go meet are new employers, hopefully we can get some time to watch this movie called " Terminator" and maybe listing the new old Album I was able to buy from the extranet, I can't believe that these old tunes cost several hundred thousand to several million credits and these new.." he was interrupted as a whirling sound got lounder and all he saw was Blue Suns armor and quickly looked at the trap and it activated and he said" Oh no!" and it exploded with a blast of electricity and Tharm fell out with a Biotic pulse hit the ground and his eye had a restart system as the Drones started coming down and started talking to him as he said" Uhh, Lax I told you that was to much energy and now I am going to have to pay for the room or what is not melted because you said to boost it up to several million Kelvins, can you two at least help me up?"

The drones got an electric charge and grabbed his writs through magnetism of the cybernetics in his body and heard grinding gears as they lift up but they failed and he hit a thud sound was heard as he said" Oww! Well at least you two tried, I might as well play dead unless the landlord comes"

[Elerian]

~Warrior Arms~

Shepard walked to the door and inquired about Tharmatux. However they said he had gone home so Shepard asked where he lived and once told went to his house.

It was a fair distance away from the Firm but Shepard decided to walk. He wanted some time to think and some time alone before he went back to saving the galaxy. It was quite lonely. He hadn't seen any of his old friends yet besides Joker but that was very brief and Joker seemed almost changed. Shepard heard that Liara was on Illium so he decided he would pay her a visit before he left Illium.

As he neared Tharmatux house he smelt a strong odor like something had been burnt. He took out his pistol it might have meant a fight was going on. Or Shepard shuddered had happened. Walking slowly inside he spied a man on the ground with two drones floating above him. He looked rather odd. His clothing was not something Shepard saw everyday and when he got closer he decided it must have been Tharmatux as he had a cybernetic eye. So Shepard put away his pistol and stooped down a little. Outstretching his hand Shepard said "I take it you are Tharmatux?"

[Ralnis]

quote="Elerian";p="17508318"]~Warrior Arms~

Shepard walked to the door and inquired about Tharmatux. However they said he had gone home so Shepard asked where he lived and once told went to his house.

It was a fair distance away from the Firm but Shepard decided to walk. He wanted some time to think and some time alone before he went back to saving the galaxy. It was quite lonely. He hadn't seen any of his old friends yet besides Joker but that was very brief and Joker seemed almost changed. Shepard heard that Liara was on Illium so he decided he would pay her a visit before he left Illium.

As he neared Tharmatux house he smelt a strong odor like something had been burnt. He took out his pistol it might have meant a fight was going on. Or Shepard shuddered had happened. Walking slowly inside he spied a man on the ground with two drones floating above him. He looked rather odd. His clothing was not something Shepard saw everyday and when he got closer he decided it must have been Tharmatux as he had a cybernetic eye. So Shepard put away his pistol and stooped down a little. Outstretching his hand Shepard said "I take it you are Tharmatux?"[/quote]

Tharmutux was looking as he saw Shepard and he grabbed his hand and use his body has leverage as he spoke" Its Tharmutux, people always add the a but in my language the a is the u, but I guess by the looking of the Armor and the skin-tight clothing of the women near you. I can tell you are definitely not the landlord or the Blue Suns trying to come after me, so my best bet is that you are either the people who bought my contract or the people working for the person who bought my contract?"

[Archangelskl Oblast]

Nehleen Tornnus, jumping to the floor as a large red beast fell to the desk his body shocking and trembling the thing wants still living but she didn't know if that was a good thing or not yet. "Move up, to the CIC!" shouted to her marines. The marines began to advance firing with accuracy. "What were these things?" she thought to herself. "Could they be cybernetic?" The thought for a time. She finally came to the conclusion- "No they smell to bad, they are organic otherwise stun round wouldn't have worked. And her and her Maine might have been tossed out an airlock." Nehleen Tornnus reloaded her thermal stun mag and advanced firing in bursts crouching up the hallway of the bridge.

[Elerian]

~Tharmutux Apartment~

Shepard pulled the man up and listened to what he had to say. Tharmutux had an odd accent that Shepard had never heard before. "Contract? Nevermind it makes no difference. If you are ready I would like to get out of here. W- . . . I mean I have buisness to attend to." Shepard looked at Tharmutux expressionless.

Shepard was only there physically but not mentally. He was told he might experience some shock from being dead and beyond that missing so much in the short time he was dead. Shepard took care not to show this however.

[Ralnis]

~Tharmutux Apartment~

Shepard pulled the man up and listened to what he had to say. Tharmutux had an odd accent that Shepard had never heard before. "Contract? Nevermind it makes no difference. If you are ready I would like to get out of here. W- . . . I mean I have buisness to attend to." Shepard looked at Tharmutux expressionless.

Shepard was only there physically but not mentally. He was told he might experience some shock from being dead and beyond that missing so much in the short time he was dead. Shepard took care not to show this however.

Lax had started out speaking in Binary as he spoke to Tharmutux, Tharmutux raised his eyebrows and spoke" Ohh, I did not know, but I you see. I am pretty much set as there is nothing left of my place but a burnt smell of death and dirt, maybe intense plasma burns set at several million Kelvins, I am ready to leave to where I am needed since I am basically paid to do whatever it is required of me."

[Elerian]

~Apartment~

Shepard was rather confused. Even with his scarring Shepard was sure this man should have recognized him for who he was. Maybe he was from somewhere far away? Who knew. But they needed to find the others sooner rather than later. Shepard studied the man for a few seconds then began turning and leaving. "My name is Shepard. I will be your new boss. Now grab your things ill be waiting outside."

Shepard had called for the shuttle to come and grab them as soon as he walked out of the apartment. Shepard wasn't sure if he trusted the man but if Cerberus thought he was useful he must have been pretty useful.

[Neema]

Illium, Azure

"I'm working on it." Shala said as she walked casually out of an airlock behind the mercenaries, her usual silver suit replaced by the colors of the mercenaries. She walked into the midst of the mercs, quietly humming to herself. She reached the mercenary holding the Cain. "Felda'Jaa, munitions officer, I'll handle reloading that weapon for you." She said as she took the Cain from his hands, priming the self-destruct and disarming the safeties. "That should do it!" She said happily, handing it back and walking off towards Gregorn. "Icepick, we're go for extraction." She whispered as the man started to fire the Cain. Breaking into a sprint, she primed he combi-barrier. It sprang to life across her back, deep crimson with smaller orange plates embedded in the face of it. The explosion catapulted her across the dock, most of the shrapnel was captured by her barrier, the rest was stopped by her shields. She landed behind Gregorn, "All things considered, this could have gone better." She coughed.

[Ralnis]

[Tharmutux was looking at both Lax and Prax with questions rose in the air as he spoke" Well, you were right Lax, he is very upfront about who he was, but if this man is some kind of combat specialist with that women, then I guess we are going to have to use more then just supply management and weapon and armor repair, I think we might learn something about the galaxy with him." Lax was speaking in Binary to Tharm about Shepard's scaring and implants" What, what do you mean about implants, I don't know what your talking about Lax, lets just go since are stuff got vaporized and I am now being pulled with some man who thinks I should know about him, maybe he is some kind of military man. If that's the case, then this will be just another person wanting some king of engineer, technican, or a weapon and armorsmith. Well I wonder where this will take us."
Tharmutux walked out with his two drones and saw the shuttle he stepped in with his drones on his lap as Lax started talking to Tharmutux as he took off his breather as he spoke" So Boss, Lax tells me that you might be the Commander Shepard that saved the Citadel from a giant squid you called a" reaper" is that what you called it? Either way, if you are what is true then I would like to know what I am doing for you or the people you are employed for as I am quite curious about the women next to you in this shuttle who might represent the employer's interest."

[Eridanus 3]

Illium, Azure

"I'm working on it." Shala said as she walked casually out of an airlock behind the mercenaries, her usual silver suit replaced by the colors of the mercenaries. She walked into the midst of the mercs, quietly humming to herself. She reached the mercenary holding the Cain. "Felda'Jaa, munitions officer, I'll handle reloading that weapon for you." She said as she took the Cain from his hands, priming the self-destruct and disarming the safeties. "That should do it!" She said happily, handing it back and walking off towards Gregorn. "Icepick, we're go for extraction." She whispered as the man started to fire the Cain. Breaking into a sprint, she primed he combi-barrier. It sprang to life across her back, deep crimson with smaller orange plates embedded in the face of it. The explosion catapulted her across the dock, most of the shrapnel was captured by her barrier, the rest was stopped by her shields. She landed behind Gregorn, "All things considered, this could have gone better." She coughed.

Greg was lying on his back near a skycar. "Hey... I only had 1 more shot for that Cain..." He learned over, took one more swig of Vodka, bent down and grabbed a case of 50 bottles. "Take one my Quarian friend. Take one, and get drunk as all hell." He got up, smashed the window of the skycar, and started the car. "Get in. Don't worry... I swear I'm not drunk. Just a little... Swarthy..." As he got in the car he said. "Anyway, thanks for saving my can... How could I have fun without you? Well... Maybe our good freinds ship is still there... To Omega!! That ought to get us some good income." He then stuck a small towel in one of the Vodka bottles, lit the "fuse" and threw it past Shala's head at a Batarian who had lost his legs in the firestorm caused by the Cain. "Good old Molotov Cocktails. Ever since 1930 they have been killing people for fun. Only in good ol' Mother Russia." He sighed... "Well are you getting in the damn car or what?"

[Elerian]

~Shuttle~

Everyone sat in silence as Shepard and his new companion sat across from one another while flying back to the Normandy. Shepard suddenly saw an explosion far below them. Checking his omni-tool this was the district near where they were said to find another two members of his new crew. "Bring us down there. Make sure to set down a block or two out." A few minutes later Shepard was climbing out of the shuttle with an Avenger rifle in hand. Followed by Miranda Shepard set a brisk pace in the general direction of the explosions and gunfire in the distance.

[Eridanus 3]

~Shuttle~

Everyone sat in silence as Shepard and his new companion sat across from one another while flying back to the Normandy. Shepard suddenly saw an explosion far below them. Checking his omni-tool this was the district near where they were said to find another two members of his new crew. "Bring us down there. Make sure to set down a block or two out." A few minutes later Shepard was climbing out of the shuttle with an Avenger rifle in hand. Followed by Miranda Shepard set a brisk pace in the general direction of the explosions and gunfire in the distance.

The guns had started up again... Shala didn't get in the damn car. "I told you to get in the damn car! Now look what happened..." He rolled into cover, pulled out another Molitov, and aimed for a small choke point. "Goodbye asshole! Welcome to mama!" The Molitov caught three Turians on fire, as the flailed around. The fires soon spread. As he shot at the oncoming enemy, he knew they would soon be overrun. "Fuck this, I am outta here! He ran to the Shala, grabbed her, threw her in the car, started it up, and flew off toward Sierra Docks. Sierra Docks were privately owned docks for executives of Sierra Foundation, and Gregorn was one.

[Illan]

Omega | Market District

Valin kept watching through his scope, trying to line up a shot on the Blood Pack leader, Garm. He had wanted to take Gam down for a while now, some for personal reasons. But another influence was him being hired to do so. When he heard of the job to take that Krogan asshole out, he jumped at the chance. And now here he was, with the bastard jumping in and out of his sights.

Valin couldn't get a shot on him, the heads of Garm's Vorcha and Krogan henchmen were blocking his sight. Valin saw Garm pull out a shotgun, a Claymore shotgun, and gun down the two Salarians and human that he was talking to. After this, Garm and his minions walked into a nearby building, outside of Valin's field of vision.

Valin was disgusted by this. Sure, those people were drug-dealers, but they didn't deserve to be gunned down in cold blood. He pushed this thought out of his mind; he still had a job to do, even if it was a lot more complicated now. He jumped out of his sniping position on the overhang, and slid down a fairly large pipe to the streets of Omega.

Valin slid through the crowds of various aliens swiftly. None of them seem to care about his presence, they all had better things to do that care about some Quarian. Veron piled up against the door Garm and his associates entered, and thought out a plan.

---

Valin cracked the door open slightly, and poked his head out to see through the crack. He saw Garm sitting on top of a crate, surrounded by his Vorcha and Krogan minions, laughing and yelling insults at each other. Valin knew a plan to go with. He slid a flashbang grenade through the doorway, unnoticeable by the banter of the mercs. The grenade went off, blinding the mercenaries and hopefully Garm. Valin slipped in invisibly under the guise of his Tactical Cloak. Surprisingly enough, a few of the mercs surrounded Garm, as if he was their friends and not just the supplier of their paycheck. Valin drew his Phalanx pistol, and fired three shots into the head of a Krogan, followed by an Omni-Blade stabbing through a Vorcha. Valin rushed over to where he saw Garm at last, on top of the crate: but he wasn't there. Soon enough, the effects of the grenade wore off, and he was surrounded by the ragtag band of Krogan and Vorcha. The mercs yelled out to the Quarian various insults, but Valin just raised his Phalanc and Omni-Blade Ina n aggressive manner.

"I can take you all on, bring it o-" Valin said, followed by the collision of steel onto his head.

Valin collapsed onto the ground, dropping his gun and his Omni-blade deactivating.

[Archangelskl Oblast]

Corporal. Nehleen Tornnus enters the doors of the club, the place was packed to the brim. Lot of moving targets.
But for now they were not her targets she was on shore leave with six other male marines. She was the only female in her company stationed on the destroyer 'the inferno' now docked at the omega ports. The turian woman kept walking. Now wearing black and purple party dress witch was even darker in the low black lighting of the dance club.
She began to walk to the nearest bar. This is where she meta tall male. Looked to be about 35, he wore a blue and clack casual suit. Staring glumly at the bar stool next to him. As she got closer she recognized the marking on his face. They were of a mid class industrial district on palaven. At least she didn't recognize him from the ship so she decided to make her move. Hopefully having a good time. She approached the man and said "Is this seat taken?" The male looked up from his stoop and replied. "No, you can set here."
*Signaling to the bartender*
"I'll have JAkliven"
The bartender nodded handing her the glass.
Nehleen turned and addressed the tall male yelling over the clubs music.
"Hey, I'm Nehleen what's your name!?"
"Nice to meet you!The name is Garrus!"

[Illan]

Omega | Unknown Location

"Wake up." A deep voice resonated.

"Wake up!" The voice repeated, followed by a punch to the side of Valin's masked face.

Valin's eyes flashed open, vision blurry. Valin could make out that the figure in front of him was indeed, Garm. Valin's head shook around weakly, signaling to Garm that he was awake. Valin was sitting in a chair; his hands bound behind him.

"You're awake. Now you're going to tell me what you want, and I'm going to have a little fun with you, and then I may let you go." Garm said to Valin.

"Fuck...you.." Valin remarked, obviously angering the Krogan opposing him.

"Grr..." The Krogan growled out, frowning angerly. He let loose another punch into the side of the Quarian's head, getting a groan of pain out from Valin.

"Now why the hell are you here?"
"I'm not telling you anyth-" Valin tried to say, but was interrupted by a headbutt straight to his face mask.

Garm had enough of Valin's insolence. He grabbed the back of his chair with one of his hands, and drew a large knife out of a sheathe with the other. He flew the knife towards the Quarians thigh. Valin noticed what he was doing since he reached for the knife, and he sliced through his bindings with his Omni-Blade, flinging it towards Garm's face. The blade connected with Garm, leaving a fairly large cut on his right cheek. Garm fell back in pain, and Valin rushed out of his chair, grabbing his Phalanx and Javelin on a nearby crate, and ran towards the door still weak. Garm was stumbling to the ground. Valin managed to get free from Garm, and he mixed into the crowd of Omega.

---

Afterlife

Valin stumbled into the club, still weak and beaten from his little interrogation. He look around at the club, people dancing and partying their hearts out. He made a slight unnoticeable grin through his mask, and stumbled to the bar, sitting a few seats away from a familiar pair of Turians.

[Brotherhood Steel the 2nd]

Discovery - Capital of Horizon|Iera System|Attican Traverse

Apartment Complex|Discovery Outer Perimeter

Scene: Single Room Apartment in Mid-Afternoon

The inside looked and smelled as it hadn't been cleaned since it was inhabited almost six months prior. Dirty clothes and multiple bottles of liquor and beer were scattered across the floor and room of the apartment; the smell of uncleaned dishes and week old Chinese food lingered in the air. In the distance, a television monitor buzzed with a blank channel as it's background lighting provided dim light into the subtle lit room. The wall a full window with accompany balcony, rays of sunlight added to the effect and feeling of the apartment as one of ruggedness and that of a college student or lazy adult. In the corner laid a simple queen bed with a massive frame of a man hanging over it, smelling of beer and of other fluids. With the person sleeping in a drunken haze, the look of the individual was one of an older, and possibility retired, man; his long brown hair covering his face as he laid down on the bed. With the room in its' state, the man would sleep as it seemed he did not care for appearance, let alone cared for company in any matter. However, the scenery of the room was cleansed as the alarm clock proceeded to go off, playing a loud tone of some-sort of local programming and music. With the noise getting louder and louder with each passing moment, it was suddenly drowned out with a massive fist slamming through the console and the accompany glass table. Looking over to the man, subtle curses in a foreign language came from his mouth as he began to awake and stir in his bed. Thus was another beginning of a day for one Nicola Dimitri Zhukov.

Finally awakening after destroying the alarm clock, Nicola proceeded to stepped onto the ruined glass and proceeded to curse as his foot was cut open from the broken glass. "До біса цю бите скло. Чому, чорт візьми, я покинути Землю для цього дірі!," is what came from Nicola's mouth as he stumbled over to the bathroom to pull the shards of glass out before wrapping it up to heal it. After muttering a few more words in his native tongue, Nicola proceeded to shower before heading back into his room. Heading over to the closet, Nicola proceeded to don his N7 Defender Armor and various weapons before he headed to the fridge to down another beer. "Only another month before I get to leave this pisshole of a colony and move onto the Citadel. Then finally I can live a retirement that I deserve....fucking Alliance pension," Nicola said in a heavy accent as he finished the beer before heading out the door. Going down the hall and down a few flights of stairs, Nicola soon found himself at his UT-47 Kodiak before he took off to his nightly assignment. Being retired from the Systems Alliance for almost ten years now, Nicola had picked up work as a "Security Consultant" to help save up for an apartment on the Citadel, as he wanted to live somewhere that didn't involve him dealing with war or miserable colonist pigs that he had to deal with. The work was crap and it involved him with dealing with people that he thought should have died by now, but the pay was extremely well. With his shuttle taking him to his next assignment on the far edge of one of the Horizon colonies, Nicola proceeded to let his auto-pilot do the flying as he continued to drink.

After what seemed to be an eternity, the old and large Ukrainian eventually arrived at a dig site on the far edge of Discovery's outer perimeter. His job tonight would consist of watching and escorting several Alliance researchers on a dig as the recent dig had shown proof of several Proteathen devices and as such, Nicola was insisted upon that they would need protection. His shuttle landing at the dig-site, Nicola finished one more beer before he exited the shuttle and began his new assignment.

[Ralnis]

~Shuttle~

Everyone sat in silence as Shepard and his new companion sat across from one another while flying back to the Normandy. Shepard suddenly saw an explosion far below them. Checking his omni-tool this was the district near where they were said to find another two members of his new crew. "Bring us down there. Make sure to set down a block or two out." A few minutes later Shepard was climbing out of the shuttle with an Avenger rifle in hand. Followed by Miranda Shepard set a brisk pace in the general direction of the explosions and gunfire in the distance.

Tharmutux jumped out with his Biotics and his drones quickly by his side as he ran and caught up to Miranda and Shepard and hopefully he will be of some use, he was not meant to be in the battle but he has done this at times and his Biotics can kill people if he needs to, but Prax was armed to kill those who those who try to pose a threat against the Young Apothecary and his boss, who is now named as Shepard, but so far he does not know who he is other then he might be the guy who be Tharmutux's greatest job in the first time of his life outside of the Warbands.

[Archangelskl Oblast]

Nehleen took a sip and looked back up at Garrus who was obviously starting at her out of the corners of his dark eyes.
She smile the straitened her dress smoothing it with her fingers. Garrus reached over to set a credit chit on the counter for the bartender. Nehleen placed her hand on Garrus's hand. She looked I to his eyes as he looked into hers. "What do you do on omega Garrus?"
"We'll-I ... Umm.. Lately I ..."
"It's okay. Here how about I start first."
"Okay."
"Currently I am on leave from the marines."
"Ah, a marine. Private or government?"
"Hastatim." She said with a smile
"Wow, those are some of the best. How did you... I mean .. I .. Umm. No disrespect.. I just meant that I.. I dint know they allowed women into the best marine force in the galaxy." Garrus let out a nervous chuckle "crap." He begins to pull away his hand when Nehleen reaches to it.
" come one, let's dance."
The turian didn't budge, she pulled slightly once more.I
"Come on Garrus, show a girl a good time. I won't be here much longer. 2 days of shore leave and I'm off fighting again.and who knows if you show me a good enough time there might be something in it for you. "
"We'll.. When you put it that way I guess I have little choice."
Nehleen pulled him up walking to the dance floor. She began to move to the rhythm of the music.
Then looking to her dance partner, he obviously hadn't been dancing in a long time.
She let out a small giggle. " let loose big boy." She gave him a smile. He nodded giving a smile.
The music moving with a fast beat. The bass vibrating her feet. She slowly moved closer to the tall turian.

[Illan]

Valin turned to the Turian couple walking away from the bar, to go dancing it seems. A Batarian walked up to Valin from the opposite side of the counter, and talked to him.

"What can I get you? We got Dextro stuff, but the filtering will cost extra."

"Yeah, yeah. I get that everywhere I go. Get me a Palaven Silver Ale." Valin said, turning his head back towards the bar.

Valin looked downwards at the bar, where his hands where. There were blood on them. Valin wasn't sure if it was his or Garm's, but he didn't feel like he was being drowned in antibiotics, so he assumed it was the Krogan's. Valin still had a dazed feeling in his head, could be a concussion from getting hit over the head with....whatever he got hit over the head with.

The Batarian came back with a cylinder shaped glass, and placed it in front of Valin.

"Can I get a straw here? It's not exactly easy for me to get this through my mask." Valin said, looking up at the Batarian and the glass.

The Batarian reached under the counter and took out a straw; and threw it in Valin's drink.

"Thanks." The Quarian said half-sarcastically.

He pulled the glass over to him, and aligned the straw with a hole in his mask, and took a sip of it.

"Living the dream." He said to himself.