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1,400	30	40	739	6,473	Avatar quickly ran projections on Voira's proposed course of action. The Krogan was now temporarily immobilized, but he still had access to his firearm, and was already trying to aim at Voira. Nevertheless, Voira's plan did have a marginally higher chance of ending with zero allied casualties, as the Turians were already close to bringing themselves to their feet and were a more immediate threat. Within 0.18 seconds, Avatar had decided to abide by Voira's suggestion to focus its fire on the Turians. However, as Avatar was bringing its weapon to bear, Donny hit both of the remaining Turians with a biotic charge, knocking them from their feet once again. One was slammed into a wall, while the other was hit to the floor, and quickly shot by Donny. At the same time, a round, likely from a high-powered sniper rifle based on the sound, pierced through the other Turian. Taking into account the new developments, Avatar snapped its weapon back onto the Krogan, which was now the most immediate threat. Shortly after Voira began her barrage, Avatar fired a series of rounds from its shotgun, first at his unwounded hand, then straight at his head. Pellets and poison-infused rounds alike cut through his armor after a few shots, then passed into his flesh. The poison spread rapidly, and the sheer volume of incoming fire destroyed primary, secondary, and tertiary organ systems. Even being Krogan, his body could not withstand the damage he had taken. Once the mass effect field keeping him levitating died away, he fell to the ground, bleeding profusely and struggling for breath for a few moments before his body finally gave way. All hostiles in the hallway had been neutralized, though there was still the matter of the Turian of which RK had just warned.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,401	30	41	507	626	After the grenade went off everything began moving at a break neck speed. Those not involved in actively holding up the barrier took up positions on either of the two holding up the barriers with weapons drawn. When the Geth broke ranks and ran through the biotics the Asari also then quickly broke ranks. The large bubbles that were blocking off the hallway quickly turned into two large translucent walls which also just so happened to block bullets. Tacticus and his team began getting shots in between the mass of allies that were now engaging the enemy directly. It quickly became two risky to fire into the group once Donny joined the fray and everyone quickly switched gears to waiting for an opening and scanning for more enemies. Sura's voice chimed in over the comms. "Cactus Numso, check the diplomats. Make sure they didn't hurt themselves." Both of them squeezed their respective Turian barrier projectors on the shoulder to let them know they were leaving. Just before they turned around a large noise echoed through the hallway. Almost as quickly as the crack of what sounded like a sniper rifle came the AI also piped up over the comms about an incoming Turian. Rotating on his heel Tacticus looked back at where the diplomats were and saw a Turian clad in non-standard Turian military armor, spec-ops maybe. Not wanting to take chances on a quick glance he and Numso both imbued themselves with bitotic energy and charged to just in front of the unknown Turian weapons raised. They both turned up mere feet in front of the Turian effectively blocking his path with just their bodies. "Identify yourself and your unit now soldier!" Tacticus barked at the Turian.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,402	30	42	134	1,314	Taking an advanced tactical position behind the group, Solares enabled Shredder rounds for his executioner pistol before firing at each hostile whenever he was able to. Every time he fired the weapon it would kick back and cause a loud pop to echo down the hallway. Removing a used thermal clip from his weapon and reloading, he watched as the same Geth he had seen only a short while ago, turn it's attention away from the Krogan and onto the Turians. This however did not last long, for one of the other members of the group used a biotic charge against the last two remaining Turians, knocking them back. Both of them were then quickly and efficiently eliminated. The Geth snapped its attention back to the Krogan and shot a couple poisoned shotgun rounds through his body, along with a barrage from the Asari. The Krogan fell to the ground and proceeded to make grotesque sounds before finely dying in a pool of his own blood beneath him. The battle was over as quickly as it had started, and the group had managed to impress Solares, which was honestly a feat in itself. Standing up slowly, he placed the pistol onto the back of his armor and let his arms fall loosely alongside his body. Knowing that the group would want an explanation as to why he had helped them and where he came from. Solares was about to open his mouth to talk to all of them though before he could talk there was a bright flash of blue light, and suddenly two Turians appeared only a couple feet in front of him. Without flinching, or showing any discomfort, intimidation, or fear at all, he raised both of his hands. Grabbing onto his helmet slowly and cautiously, he removed it and placed it down next to him, his light blue eyes peering back at the two Turians standing in front of him. “I am Sergeant Major Solares Vanore, AGTSAT branch of the Turian Special Forces.” He would pause and salute the two in front of him before going back to his relaxed position. “I was ordered to protect a diplomat upon the space station but, in all his infinite wisdom, he ordered me to stand outside of the room and down the hall as if he was expecting something to happen. I have not seen him since I heard the shooting so I am going to presume he is dead. If it is not too much, I would like to ask who all of you are? Also, could all of you please lower your weapons and not point them at me? I assure you I am not a hostile and honestly have no idea what is going on here."	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,403	30	43	2,025	3,680	Voira instinctively flinched as she heard the all too familiar and terrifying sound of a Black Widow sniper rifle going off. She had gotten to know that sound during a long drawn out conflict against some pirates. The Alliance sniper she had been sent to work with was remarkably lethal with it. The Asari hadn't seen any of the turians in the Cabal with a sniper rifle of any kind and the human was ahead of her, so that meant someone new had come up. Which meant that there was a distinctive chance that the enemy was behind her with a weapon that could easily shred through her armor and leave her with a hole that no amount of Medi-Gel in the world could fix. More importantly, that enemy was going to be near Raa. Voira whirled around, ignoring the Krogan for now. If he was still alive after eating round after round of poisoned ammo, and the two shotgun blasts she could hear behind her, they were all going to be killed by him anyways. Much to her relief, the sniper rifle round tore through a Turian just before RK announced the newcomer's presence. "Thank you RK, for alerting us to that fact after we nearly had a heart attack. Truly, what we always wanted to hear was the sound of extremely powerful weapon being fired in our direction by an unknown Turian." Voira replied, slightly testily. She moved quickly towards the newcomer, mostly to check on Raa to make sure the Quarian was okay but also to yell at the idiot for randomly firing without announcing himself. As soon as she was in ear range she began berating him, even as he was talking. "Who the hell just jumps into a gun battle and starts firing without announcing himself?! You stupid son of a-" Voira paused mid sentence, the Turian's name finally clicking into place. "What the hell are you doing here? We thought you were still in C-Sec?" She asked incredulously, walking past the two Cabalists. "Don't shoot him. He's not working with whoever is trying to kill us." She crouched next to Raa, ignoring the rest of the diplomats. "Are you okay?"	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,404	30	44	1,445	9,375	The Geth, Voria, and Donny finished off what little remained of the current threat. So far so good, but the sound of a high power rifle tearing through one of the turians left Donny very uneasy. With little-to-no cover in the halls Donny simply got low to the ground and readied to do another biotic charge once his body was ready for it. Fortunately for him, the Cablists were quick on the draw and had their sights down on the rogue turian. "Always turians. And I thought we were going to be the one to cause trouble." They seemed to have the situation under control, though Donny still kept his shotgun at the ready. Turning over to the Geth Donny watched the krogan dying on the floor. While he wasn't exactly well versed on the culture or anatomy of krogans, he's heard all the stories about how tough they were, and Donny was debating shooting him in the head just to make sure he was dead. Technically it was a war crime to finish off obviously incapacitated enemy. But then again they were also attacked by unknown forces for unknown reasons, so who knows if the laws and customs of war would apply here. Least of all human customs. And Donny really didn't want this guy sneaking up behind them. Compromising, Donny started gathering up all the weapons from the fallen enemies and using his Omnitool to break them down into Omni-gel. On the off chance that some of them were still alive, at least they wouldn't have their weapons. After degrading the weapons into omni-gel Donny walked towards the others, weapon still in hand. He only caught the tail end of Voria's words mentioning that the new guy wasn't the enemy, so that eased Donny's worries a bit. Still, they couldn't stand around to exchange pleasantries so Donny took it upon himself to bring the newcomer up to speed. "We're heading to the docking bay were the rest of my team should be. They have a ship ready to board and get us out of here, but first we need to make sure they're alive and then secure the docking bay. It's likely on lockdown, so we have tech specialists we must protect to override the lockdown long enough to get us all out of here. I don't know who or why this is happening, and frankly I don't care. Once we're out of here someone can look further into this." Looking around Donny made a quick head count to ensure everyone was accounted for, and making sure no one was injured during the short firefight. He wanted to go quickly, but after all that excitement he wouldn't mind a minute or two to catch his breath.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,405	30	45	799	7,421	When the fighting finally stopped, the bullets and botics no longer flying, Raa felt her body still. Her heart kept poking her ribs relentlessly and lungs seemed to lose air faster than it gained it, leaving her breathless with each inhale. It was like someone maliciously poked a hole into the fleshy bags and intended on leaving her to suffer. The young quarian’s eyes closed as she leaned further back against the metal supporting her back. Her bones had turned into food paste and left her struggling to keep upright, her hand collapsed while the gun slipped from her grasp and fell to the ground. She was shaking uncontrollably due to her closeness to the fight, several times nearly being clipped by the bullets missing their targets several times. Immediately she pulled her hands to her helmet and tried not to curl into a terrified ball. She barely noted that the turian had taken off his helmet and introduced to be none other than Solares Vanore, the very C-Sec officer who both got her involved with a tech bust and spared her from a miserable fate. She sat there listening to the VI react to Voira’s disgruntled comment. RK shrugged, the digital image made a common and uncaring gesture as she replied. “At least I warned you. I’m not exactly in the system after all and can’t track every single movement so how was I supposed to be able to detect a rogue Turian coming out of no where. I didn’t even notice he was there until his firearm betrayed him. Besides, my only concern is Raa after all. It’s not like you can’t handle yourself in the field.” As Voira brushed past the cabal, RK was already systematically checking Raa’s well being. Other than a fast heart rate and accelerated pulse, something reported normal after the stress, the quarian was perfectly alright. It made the VI relax as she turned to survey the scene opening out before the pair. Already Avatar and several cabalists were changing their focus upon the newly arrived turian. Two cabalist immediately had already teleported to his front, blocking and weapons drawn on him while ordering for rank and squadron. Meanwhile Voira was already screaming at the idiot until he finally removed his helmet. RK’s eyes narrowed in disapproval as she clicked her digital teeth together, under the helmet, making the sound radiate from Raa’s omnitool. “Should’ve known.” RK said in a distasteful tone then added when Voira crouched next to Raa and spoke. “Her vital signs are normal considering the stress, her emotions are highly escalated. Otherwise perfect health when she settles down.” RK stated when it took a moment for Raa to acknowledge Voira’s presence. Raa hands moved down, her eyes opened to look hard through the visor. Slowly she nodded then pulled a hand out and was pulled to her feet by Voira, her voice trying to sound stronger than it was. “I’m alright. I stayed well hidden and against the wall. What about you? Did you get hit?”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,406	30	46	134	1,314	Crossing his arms over his chest, Solares turned his attention away from the Turian Cabalists and towards the male human who was now attempting to explain the situation at hand to him. With his left hand he tapped the fingers of his left hand against his armor while listening attentively. Apparently they were currently heading to the docking bay where the human hoped the rest of his squad would be waiting for them with a ship, ready to evacuate them from the station. The whole plan sounded rather sketchy, especially how they would have to protect tech-specialists while they lifted the lockdown upon the docking bay. “As soon as we try to lift that lockdown I am sure someone is going to be informed about it. I would recommend just blowing the door open but as we all know that would inevitably cause the whole hostile force to charge our position. You have a Geth with you, sorry that I do not know your name, so I would like to recommend letting him remove the lockdown. He would be the most efficient and qualified person for this job.” Of course this was just his opinion, though he had seen Geth hack and disable electronics with little to no effort. Behind the two Cabal Turians, he could hear a familiar voice start lecturing him about how much of an idiot he was for shooting at a hostile from behind the group while being unannounced. To his surprise, an old friend appeared before him, the Asari known as Voira. "Good to see you again Voira." he nodded his head at her before speaking once more, a smirk now spread across his face. "I doubt it would of have ended well for me if I would have ran up behind the group in my armor then yelled at everyone before shooting a hostile. For all I know, I could have ended up like that Krogan over there." he pointed at the now dead Krogan who was lying motionless in a pool of his own blood. "It's a long story Voira about how I worked part time for C-Sec then ended up here. In fact I do not wish to elaborate upon the subject further, perhaps later I will explain. Thank you for telling everyone here that I am not a hostile though, being killed is not at the top of my priorities." Gently pushing past the two Turian Cabalists in front of him, he chuckled lightly to himself as he saw RK, the VI that belonged to Raa. "Seem's Raa didn't take my advice on the modifications to make you less obnoxious, RK. Speaking of which, how is my favorite Quarian doing, holding up alright I hope?" Solares moved the Raa's side before placing a hand on her left shoulder. "You seemed shaken during the battle, once you are in enough of them that won’t happen anymore. I am more concerned about your wellbeing though, you were not hit or caused too much mental trauma were you?" he asked, looking over her to make sure she was not wounded during the fight.	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,407	30	47	739	6,473	After the hostiles had been neutralized, Avatar grabbed one of the Turians' weapons before Donny could break it down. The shotgun it had been using was effective for some circumstances, but an assault rifle could fill a more versatile role. It was a rifle in the "Vindicator" line of weapons. It was not the most recent model, but was known to be 10% less likely to fail than the current version, at the expense of 8% less kinetic force per shot. Avatar quickly scanned the Turian soldier's face once he removed his helmet. His file identified him as Solares Vanore, a man in service of the Turian military who was present as security. Though, it gave little other information of note. The conversation between him, Raa, and Voira did indicate that he was familiar to them, and gave some details about him, but Avatar judged that there was not sufficient time to maintain a conversation. If enemy forces behaved as expected, they would be converging on their location within two to four minutes. Likely, they would be forced to hold against at least one enemy attack. Raa, and the other diplomats who were rounding the corner, showed signs of stress from the fight, but dedicating time to calming them would not be worth the additional risk, Avatar judged. "Warning: it is not advisable to remain here. Hostile forces may converge on our location shortly. I recommend moving into the security station and establishing a defensive position while I attempt to access station security." Avatar had noted before that, despite the fact that the group had not reached a consensus, Donny had prompted the others to follow him simply by taking action before anyone else. Avatar decided to integrate that tactic into its approach by moving to the door to the security station nearby and opening it from the control panel beside it. Immediately, Avatar stepped into the room and moved inside along the wall with its rifle at the ready. Within moments, it detected movement in one of the corners, on the far end of the right side of the room, a Turian woman had been attempting to hide behind a row of weapon lockers on the wall, but the angle from the lockers to the door gave a clear line of sight. Unlike those in the hall, she was wearing civilian clothing, but a facial scan could not identify her as a member of the Council delegation. Likely, she was one of the civilian crew of the station. The woman stepped out from behind the locker holding a common "Predator" pistol, which she was pointing in the direction of Avatar and the others entering through the door. Based on her breathing rate and the noticeable trembling in her hands, she was significantly afraid. "D-don't step any closer! I'll...I'll shoot...I mean it!" She stammered.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,408	30	48	2,126	2,875	1 Month Before: Anhur, Eagle Nebula "There is no honour in this fight." "Then we came up to the guy and shot him right in the fucking face. His buddies knew not to mess around with us anymore and limped away. The smell of piss could be smelled for miles!" The room filled with a huge roar of laughter, drinks spilled all over the tables as good mates shared stories of previous exploits. Banha smiled at the scene and took a swig of some good Human Mead, the sweet nectar tickling his tongue before the strong kick of alcohol hit him like a truck. "Ahhh, nothing is better than a good drink and the taste of victory. Eh, Varhak?" He felt a huge hand pat on his shoulder, his eyes widening in pain before gesturing for the man behind him to sit. "Banha." The old Krogan grunted, his deep gravelly voice may be confusing to some but not to the Batarian. He's heard it too much. "There's some news from John. He's got something on that Shadow that's been fucking around with us." The jolly mood suddenly ended, everyone in the bar suddenly going silent. A lot of them has dealt with the Shadow before and everyone in the room has some beef with them. Every Yakuza hated them "The infamous Shadows huh? Those guys tore up the Hiroshima Territories real bad." The five territories of Yakuza. Kyoto, Nagasaki, Tokyo, Osaka and finally Hiroshima. Each governed by one of the Five Generals. Due to the size of the Yakuza, Banha needed to spread the workload out. So he made the different territories, naming them after old Japanese cities. He then chose four of his trusted members to govern each territory. Reia of Nagasaki, Varhak of Tokyo, Nathaniel of Osaka and Erkon of Hiroshima. Of course, Banha leads the Kyoto sector, the one based around Anhur. "Hiroshima is in ruins. Erkon was killed on the way over to the meeting. Reia and Nathaniel has arrived safely. As of this moment, the Hiroshima Territories are no more. We have no influence in Omega." Banha clenched his fist. If it was revealed to the public that Hiroshima has fallen, it would be a sign of weakness to their adversaries. They would pounce on the wounded Yakuza, crippling it or even finishing it off for good. He looked around the bar only to see solemn faces around the room. There was no honour in this fight. No open battle, just chapters falling one after another. The sound of the door opening awoke the room, heads whipped to see who broke the tension. It was a Turian, dressed in a traditional kimono, a uniform enforced by Reia. It was a simple thing, shades of black and grey with a small patch on the heart with the Hiragana for Nagasaki on it. The alien looked solemn and timid, it seemed that news has reached far. Nagasaki had always had close ties to Hiroshima, therefore the Yakuza in them had ties too. The Turian's headband had the number "35", the Batarian noted. "The meeting has started Banha-dono, Varhak-sama." He gestured for them to follow him before walking calmly out of the doorway. The two old pals looked at each other before following the man. Before exiting however, Banha looked over at the occupants of the room behind him. "Today is a day of victory, celebrate and drink. Hold your women tight and party until the end of the night. For war is coming tomorrow and we need you all ready." He closed the door, uncaring if they don't follow his instructions. If it was war that they wanted, they shall have it. Fifteen minutes later Banha entered a grey room, with a round circle table in the middle. The walls were grey, ceiling and floor was grey and the only thing that decorated the dark and ominous room was the banner at the other end, the ferocious Yakuza dragon. An Asari sat on the right side, wearing a beautiful floral kimono. The red, pink and blue colours complimented her azure skin, her distressed eyes flickered toward them before returning to talk the other person in the room. Nathaniel was dressed in a simple tuxedo, the human man not recognising their entrance into the room. Varhak sat alongside Reia while Banha sat next to Nathaniel. There was solemn silence between the four leaders, feeling the weight of loss on their shoulders. The Turian who led the Batarian in politely nodded his head and closed the door behind him. "We need to reclaim Hiroshima." He nodded, agreeing with the Asari of the table but it seemed like the others did not agree. "Hiroshima is a wasteland for Yakuza. You know what the situation there is. They've wiped almost all presence in the territory and resistance is quickly being put out. We cannot afford to retake all of Hiroshima." Reia snarled at the local Krogan, the stoic male from Tokyo not giving a care for her anger. "Please be reasonable Reia" Nathaniel started "I understand that the loss of Hiroshima hurt the Nagasaki hard but we can't do anything about our situation. The loss of Erkon hurts us all and if we will deal vengeance, we will deal it intelligently and immediately counter-attacking the enemy now to retake Hiroshima is inherently stupid." This went on. Banha sat there as the meeting went by. Arguments and insults flew around the table, even Varhak looked like he was about to blow. Banha spoke. "Silence." The other generals looked at the founder, the original Yakuza. "I have received news from John. Varhak can confirm this. They have been spotted in the Pylos Nebula, it seems that they have some activity there. I will be taking the Katana First Response Group. There will be no arguments, only I will be going. If you do not hear from me for two weeks, assume I am dead and appoint John as the new leader of Kyoto. This is my word. Swear on your lives and your men's lives that you will follow my orders." There was silence. A Day Before The Present: New Colony, Pylos Nebula "Fuck." That was the only word that could describe Banha's current situation. He was completely and utterly fucked. The attack completely failed, the enemy was too much for the Batarian's fleet. It was silly really, if you think about it. He had severely underestimated the enemy's resources and size. Of course, they had defeated the Hiroshima Territories but the mighty Katana First Response Group was a good match for any gang, warlord or organisation. He was wrong. Banha of Kyoto, founder of one of the most influential criminal organisations in the galaxy, is stuck in a colony in the Pylos Nebula waiting for a damn gunship to start working so he could travel to a settlement that has supplies he's running out of. Passing by a few villages and stealing stuff doesn't sustain you and twelve others for long. "Banha-dono, we have fixed the gunships and plan to go for the settlement now." Banha brightened up and marched towards the clearing where the two gunships have been getting fixed. They were patched up with corrugated metal and they looked like they were from a scrapyard but the two outdated but rugged Mantis seemed to in working condition. The Batarian gathered his men and set off to the temporary settlement. When they arrived in the settlement, the Yakuza quickly got supplies for the two Mantis and food. The broken group quickly established themselves in the few fabricated buildings of the temporary settlement. (I'm sorry about the quality of the ending, I just wanted to get the post done. Most of my other posts will probably not be this long but it depends on the situation. Again, sorry for the seemingly rushed ending.)	Name: Banha Akiyama Species: Batarian Age: 34 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Heavily Modified M-99 Saber -Assault Rifle Magazine Upgrade II -Adjustable Thermal Scope -Incendiary Rounds -Omni Blade Mod -Digital Camo M9 Tempest Omni Tool -Omni-Shinken -Fitted on hand instead of arm, better use of Shinken -Listens to Earth Jazz, Batarian Classical Music and Salarian Rap. Skills and Abilities: 4th Dan Iaido -Banha is a practitioner of Iaido, probably the lone Batarian to study a Human martial art. His adoptive father, Shinku Akiyama, was a famous master of the dying art. When he found the little 4 year old Banha, he naturally adopted him and taught him the ways of Iaido. The Batarian can now practice his Iaido through all of the katas, preferring the standing kata to the sitting ones. Iaido calms Banha in a spiritual sense, letting himself sink into the kata. With a flash of his blade, the samaritan can slice a man in half. Shooting -As the leader of the fledgling New Yakuza, he has been labelled as a criminal by multiple factions (mostly Batarian led ones) and many bounties have been made for his head. Naturally, Banha needed to defend himself, his father and their foundling mercenary band/drug empire. The Batarian has a preference of a semi automatic assault rifle coupled with a fast firing SMG. Interrogation -With his intimidating look, Banha can make you piss yourself and spill out any secret. He learned the ways of torture from Varhak, an ex-Blood Pack member now Yakuza. Background: Banha was born on the planet of Anhur in the Eagle Nebula. Though damaged by the Reaper Invasion, the Human-Batarian colony has since prospered, their natural wealth carrying them through the hardships. Born in the capital New Thebes, little Banha didn't know much about his biological parents. At the age of four, he was dropped on the steps of the head of a once powerful gang. Shinku Akiyama, the so called "Last Yakuza", a title that have confused many aliens and humans who weren't aware of the name, was definitely surprised when he saw a small, sniffling Batarian child on his doorstep. He sighed, his cold eyes renewed by the sight of such youthfulness. "Ahh, you are like me, eh? Left behind, sticking around while people move on. You're a loner like me." Shinku, then a comparatively young 44 year old, scratched his beard. "How about us two loners hang out for a while." The Japanese man took the young Batarian in. This changed both of their lives, for better or for worse? Well, depends on your perspective. The years spent in the Akiyama household flew by, it was the childhood Banha never had really. His life became a happy blur and his days turn into a routine. He dropped into a routine with his technically adoptive father. The Batarian wakes up at 7:00 every morning and jogs around the block. When he arrives at 7:15, he will usually have to spray water at Shinku to wake him up for Iaido training. If the man was with Aleia, an Asari that could be called Shinku's girlfriend and someone who Banha affectionately calls mother despite the bone crushing hugs he receives afterwards, he would drag his surrogate father out of bed and cover Aleia's modesty. After an hour of training with Shinku, Banha gets ready for school. This early morning routine repeated day after day, not that he minded. Until one day. Banha returned from his final day of High School. The school he attended wasn't bad, it was quite an alright school. He wanted to tell his father about his test results. He had studied for the test extremely hard with Aleia, having wanted to become some sort of biologist when he grew up. It was something to strive for, so worked he did. Graduation was also a blast. He entered the living room to see a horrifying sight. Shinku had committed seppuku. At least that's what it seemed like. A letter was on the ground next to his dead body. If you are reading this, then I am dead. I have gone the honourable way, the way of the samurai. I do hope that you who are reading this is Aleia, not Banha. Aleia, you are my love and the only woman that could ever stand being with me. Take care of Banha for me please? Banha, if you are reading this, I am sorry. I cannot live with living this life anymore. Being a loner. Forgotten by the world. The word Yakuza was supposed to be a feared name and I ruined it by continuing my cowardly ways. My dad was a Yakuza and my whole heritage were Yakuza. Really, if you think about it, there is no place in the galaxy for a Yakuza. But I want to give the reigns to you, Banha. Don't make the same mistake I made where I left the Yakuza name to die. I beg you to make a New Yakuza. Better, fiercer and more feared than the last. If you don't, you're rejecting a dead man's wish :P. Hugs, kisses and all that shit. Shinku. Banha left the scene of the seppuku, openly crying and breaking down, calling the local hospital to pick Shinku's body up. He assumed that Aleia hadn't come back from work so he didn't bother with going to her, only leaving a small note on the door. She wouldn't like what the Batarian was going to do, and he didn't have the courage to deny her to her face. He packed up and scoured the city for a new home, somewhere to live and build up his legacy. His brotherhood. His New Yakuza. Banha started out small, doing the odd job or two, robbing small stores and pick pocketing. He also began to spy on his opposition. There was the "8 Street Saints", a primarily Human group led by a man named Jay. They were quite a big gang, lots of territory and lots of money. They pale of course to the biggest gang in New Thebes, "Drummond&Co", an off world syndicate wanting to dip their fingers into Anhur's natural wealth. It started off slow due to Drummond&Co beginning to take out any competition. The so called "Gang War" erupted in New Thebes between the 8 Street Saints and Drummond&Co, famously known because of the police effectively turning a blind eye to the various battles erupting in the mega city. Because of this, being the leader of an amateur gang wasn't the best. Gangs were absorbed left, right and centre, both big shot gangs wanting to get bigger and bigger to defeat the other. As the war escalated, Banha began to seek for some men of his own. Because of the way the war was going, there were a lot of previously powerful gangs left in tatters, leaving them looking for some sort of glimpse of the old days. The Batarian slowly started to gather some allies, making some sort of army of his own. One day his right hand man Urdnot Varhak, an ex-Blood Pack member and now part of the New Yakuza, suggested something. "Sir." The Krogan said "I believe we should create some sort of uniform or emblem for this New Yakuza. His motley crew of varren needs to be separated from the rest of the varren." He gestured to the group of Batarians, Humans, Vorcha, Turians and so on. The New Yakuza wasn't just made up of Humans, there was a whole lot of different races. Banha eventually agreed to the Krogan's ramblings of a uniform. Though not in a way the Krogan expected. He made it compulsory to wear a red headband around the head at all times to signify their alliance with the New Yakuza. There was Japanese Kanji on every single one of them, saying their rank and name. Rank worked like a number system. The higher respect and honour you have, the higher your number. So on Banha's red band, it had the Kanji for 58 on it while some of the new recruits had the number 1 on it. It was also compulsory to learn the ways of Iaido, even those who complained that it was a dying art and "obsolete" in the age of mass effect. He smacked them with his bokken. The New Yakuza grew under the other two, feeding from their crumbs and growing in power. They got most of their revenue from drug trafficking, money laundering and transport of illegal goods. They only snipped away at the other two big gangs, stealing a container there and stealing from a store they were getting income from. The gang eventually grew and grew until a huge 5000 members made it that they couldn't hide any longer. Banha released the horde. From every chapter house, club and store the New Yakuza hid in, poured member after member, surprising the various 8 Street Saint chapters. They were eventually overwhelmed and in two days, the 8 Street Saints were no more. He turned to Drummond&Co but found that they were no more. They upped and left Anhur. Years afterwards, the New Yakuza has spread it's influence drastically. Anhur became the capital of this empire. They were found all over the Attican Traverse and the Terminus Systems. Chapters popped up everywhere and the New Yakuza reached a golden age. They had many allies but even more enemies. From the different factions of Batarians, the different mercenary groups and even more. The most interesting of them was this Shadow Organisation, snipping away at them, destroying a few chapter here and there. This made Banha furious as they never left any footprints so the best of the best the New Yakuza had couldn't be put to use. When he heard that the Shadow Organisation was targeting some colony in the Pylos Nebula, he gathered few ships of his own and immediately followed. Later did he realise that the Shadow Organisation was more than a match for his little gathering of ships and destroyed the fleet, forcing Banha to escape in an old Mantis Gunship with a few of his other Yakuza with him and onto the planet.
1,409	30	49	507	626	Tacticus's mandibles flared a few times in quick succession as he lowered his weapon. Why was there other spec-ops on the station? No one had told them about that. Numso and Cactus exchanged looks again and holstered their weapons and were then promptly pushed out of the way by the Asari...who appeared to know the Turian. The name didn't ring a bell for him but he knew AGTSAT and what their operators were for. They unlike the Cabal had the ability to actually leave their line of duty. They were also used much differently than the all biotic shock troops. When it became clear that the Quarian ALSO knew the Turian he decided it was best to leave. "I would check the other Turian diplomat we managed to get out of the killing floor. He might be yours." Tacticus said as he began to walk back over to his squad who were all sitting on the floor resting from the extreme use of biotics. Though of course Sura was still standing hands on her hips lecturing them all on what they could have done better. "Mam did you catch all that?" Turning on her heels rapidly and responding just as quickly. "Yes, I did and I'm interested in the fact that I was not informed about this guy being here. Command is going to have to give me answer about that when we get back. Regardless, having another friendly spec-ops here is helpful to say the least." Before he could respond Avatar informed them that they would need to defend the location and should move quickly to make a defensible position. Sura turned back to the resting group and began barking at them to get back into combat ready status. Since Tacticus was still rather fresh comparatively he made his way towards the door first along with the others that had been in the lead earlier. When they entered the security station with a gun pointed at them Tacticus just about shot the women square in the head with his heavy pistol. The only this that stopped him was how much the gun was trembling. Cactus suppressed a laugh and cracked a smile. She wasn't going to shoot them, even if she did he couldn't imagine she'd hit a damn thing. Even though it would be faster to just shoot her and be on their way he assumed atleast someone would have a problem with it. He also guessed it would be illegal or something to shoot a civilian if they had the chance to disarm her so he decided against it. "Look lady, frankly we don't really care why you're here or who you're with. Just lower the gun, step away from the terminal, and we'll be on our way. You don't want to die for whatever "this" is." Tacticus said gesturing with his off hand around the room. If this took too much time Cactus was ready to charge too her and subdue her on the ground. He really wanted to leave the station.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,410	30	50	1,445	9,375	That's the idea. Either the Geth or Raa will shut down whatever is locking us in while the rest of us cover them. I know it's not fool proof, but we have neither the time nor the intel for anything better. We should hurry though. It'll be much more difficult if my people get gunned down. Donny was getting more impatient and worried by the minute. While most of the other soldiers were actually far mroe competent then he was, he still couldn't help but think of what sort of disaster they could find themselves if the enemy were able to outmaneuver them, or just get lucky. The geth was already taking point followed by some of the turian.s donny ran to catch up to them but lingered on behind to let them take the first shots if something came up. And something did, though not exactly what he had expected. In what looked to be a room full of guns was a lone turian woman. Donny and Tacticus nearly shot her, but noticed she was a civilian. Donny hesitated. While it wasn't likely that every turian or alien on this ship was his enemy, Donny was uncertain if he should let this one live. She was obviously armed and dangerous, but also obviously scared out of her mind. Donny would have done the same in her situation himself. He could only take cover and listen to Tacticus try to talk her down, but the human had doubts that Tacticus was being particularly charming. Looking to the others behind him Donny spoke out somewhat-quietly. "Psssht, could someone talk to this civvie? I'd rather not have to gun her down, but she's starting to look trigger happy..."	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,411	30	51	799	7,421	Raa had been easily brought alongside the other diplomats. Her mind was still shaken by the experience as she played the scene over and over in her head, trying to calm since the chaos was over. It was then she recognized Solares. Her eyes blinked and head leaned into examine the turian closer, making sure she wasn’t seeing things. He was busy talking with Voira and the human, making Raa listen and stare for bit. It wasn’t until Solares moved past the turians and addressed her did she snap to full attention. "Seem's Raa didn't take my advice on the modifications to make you less obnoxious, RK. Speaking of which, how is my favorite Quarian doing, holding up alright I hope?" Solares’ hand placed upon her shoulder causing her to relax. She gave him a small smile, though it was unseen past his helmet. "You seemed shaken during the battle, once you are in enough of them that won’t happen anymore. I am more concerned about your well being though, you were not hit or caused too much mental trauma were you?" His eyes turned to concern and glanced around her figure, inspecting for tears or wounds. “No, I’m fine. I managed to stay near the wall, avoiding a few close calls. Not much use in a gunfight.” Raa stated, her eyes avoided Voira’s stared, while noting RK sticking her digit tongue out. “At least I don’t put my friends in harm's way, turian.” The AI remarked and was refering to the scene back when they first met. She had been against it the whole time yet couldn’t do much to persuade Raa from being naive. Before Solares could likely answer, Avatar spoke in his artificial voice. "Warning: it is not advisable to remain here. Hostile forces may converge on our location shortly. I recommend moving into the security station and establishing a defensive position while I attempt to access station security." Quickly, before following the Geth, Donny added. "That's the idea. Either the Geth or Raa will shut down whatever is locking us in while the rest of us cover them. I know it's not fool proof, but we have neither the time nor the intel for anything better. We should hurry though. It'll be much more difficult if my people get gunned down." Her attention whipped back to the platform, spotting the Geth already moving toward the door and started to open it. His fingers tapped the control panel rapidly, then raised his new rifle, stepped into the room. Raa edged over to follow though she knew he wouldn’t need her help and slipping from Voira’s reach once more. Careful not to risk getting involved in a gunfight, she remained beside the doorway and watched. Naturally the others were already there, including Voira, taking position behind Avatar. Unsure what the Geth was staring at, another turian, a female, jerked out of cover and pointed her pistol at Avatar. Her hand was shaking as she spoke, eyes widened with fear, while she stammered. "D-don't step any closer! I'll...I'll shoot...I mean it!" Raa’s expression paled. Her hands pushed up to her mouth piece and startled at first, for the first wondering if she was about to get shot now. Slowly her mind realized how shaky the gun was. Something an intended killer wouldn’t have done, her eyes focusing on the individual and unsure what to do. One of the cabalist near her began to laugh and cracked a smile, seemingly knowing something she didn’t. What it was, though, was a mystery. Bravely the turian stepped forward. "Look lady, frankly we don't really care why you're here or who you're with. Just lower the gun, step away from the terminal, and we'll be on our way. You don't want to die for whatever "this" is.” His hand, freed from his gun, waved about the room to ensure the civilain understood. While the turian spoke, the human looked behind his shoulder to whisper. "Psssht, could someone talk to this civvie? I'd rather not have to gun her down, but she's starting to look trigger happy..." Raa immediately stepped forward and passed her gun to the asari, not allowing herself to be stopped. She was moving past both the human and turian, to rest beside the Geth where she slowly held her hands upright to see she was unarmed. Her head tilted in a friendly manner while she spoke in a clear but kind voice. “I’m going to flip my transparency, is that alright? So you can see my face and determine what I’m saying isn’t lying. Is that alright?” Turian nodded as Raa’s hand gently reached for the helmet’s side. She pressed the button which caused it to make a gentle hiss, her face more clearly seen through the visor. “Alright. Let’s take a breath and calm down. No one wants to hurt anyone as we were just nearly killed ourselves. If you look at my asari friend, over there.” Raa pointed to Voira. “We just got attacked when some strangers tried to take the room hostage. We barely made it out. Now we’re all trying to find a safe haven, but we need to get to one of those terminals. Will you let me or my friend, Avatar, get to them?”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,412	30	52	739	6,473	The Turian woman seemed to only become more panicked as more people entered the room. At first, her gun darted back and forth between each newly arriving target, but she finally settled on leveling it at Raa once she started to speak. She looked at each of the people Raa pointed to as she mentioned them, but her gun did not budge. However, she was at least listening to Raa, and willing to respond. "I...I don't trust you!. Stay back! You're...from the Council, right? Why should I trust the Council? You don't care about us, you just want our planet. You'll just...lock me away for the rest of my life for pointing this thing at you. I'd...I'd rather die!" Avatar remained silent as the others spoke, as it knew it was the least qualified among them to negotiate with an emotionally compromised individual. It was aware that, when influenced by emotion, organics could behave irrationally, even when faced with undeniable evidence to an error in their actions. If the Turian were to engage in a firefight with their team at its current strength, the probability of her survival was negligible. However, if it presented her with that probability, she was still not likely to be dissuaded. Avatar did not understand how to appeal to emotion, so the task of calming the Turian fell to the others. Internally, however, it was calculating the probability as time passed of hostile forces arriving at the security station. Once again using the radio, Avatar communicated with the others without speaking aloud. "The probability of hostile forces arriving within ten seconds is approximately 12%, increasing by 0.38% per second." It warned.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,413	30	53	134	1,314	Without saying a word, Solares quickly pulled Raa into an affectionate hug that only lasted for a couple of seconds. It was sure to catch Raa off-guard, and to upset Voria but in his defense he had not seen any of them for many years. After letting go of Raa, he grabbed onto his helmet and placed it back onto his head, locking it into position with a soft almost inaudible hissing sound. “Just a moment Raa, I have a weapon for you that I do not require or even want.” He reached onto the back of his urban digital combat armor and grabbed onto the executioner pistol he had just shot only a few moments ago. “Take this and be careful, it uses explosive ammunition.” Solares quickly turned around to regard Avatar who was warning them that they should move to the docking bay because there was a high chance that hostile forces could converge on their location. “I agree, we should move to the docking bay as soon as possible.” said Solares as he nodded his head once at Avatar. As they entered a security station shortly after heading out, a lone female Turian who seemed to be a civilian came out of hiding while brandishing a low level and mostly harmless pistol compared to their weapons. Not wanting to take any chances, Solares quickly removed the shotgun from the back of his armor and attacked a muzzle choke to it, taking aim with hammerhead rounds loaded. The Turian woman pointed her weapon at each of the group members while yelling at them to stay back, and tossing empty threats at them. "If someone does not do something quickly, we are going to get swarmed with hostiles and end up being killed." He glanced up at Avatar and motioned at the Turian, "Think you can overload her weapon?" he said quietly into his helmets com so only his squad could hear him.	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,414	30	54	2,025	3,680	Voira nodded at RK's words before smiling reassuringly at Raa. "We're perfectly fine. We didn't even get close to being shot. Just remember to stay behind us and the rest. We don't want you to get in the line of fire, especially without your shield." She merely glared at Solares as he drew Raa into a hug, quickly wiping her face clear before RK or Raa could see it(the former no doubt making some sarcastic and very pointed comment). She raised an eyebrow at Solares as he handed a pistol with explosive ammunition to Raa, and then took off after the Geth. Ignoring whatever the human who had dragged them into this mess and the Cabalists were saying she gave a short comment to Raa. "Be careful, we're almost to the security station. Who knows if anyone else will come in from behind like Solarus did, and introduce themselves with bullets to our backs rather than friendly help killing the local opposition. Stay safe." She drew her assault rifle again and followed after the rest into the security station. Unlike everyone else (excluding Raa) in the room, she didn't aim her weapon, laugh at, or speak harshly too the Civilian. Rather her expression softened in sympathy. Before she could do anything, or encourage Raa to do anything, the damn Cabalist spoke bluntly and the human spoke loud enough for the entire space station to here him. Rather than smacking the both of them, Voira looked over her shoulder at Raa. The Quarian was already moving forward and Voira gave an encouraging (if incredibly nervous) nod. "Be careful." She muttered as Raa walked past her. The Asari fell in step behind the Quarian, her gun holstered and hands lightly raised to show she meant no harm. As Raa spoke to the turian Voira turned around, effectively blocking any shots from the front runners at the Turian, her back itching at the idea of a gun pointed at Raa and she couldn't see to do anything about it. She glared at Cactus as he was closest, shifting her gaze to each of those closest to Raa. "Put your guns down, you're making the Turian nervous. Solarus, that means you and your damn shot gun. Avatar, no overloading the pistol unless it looks like she's about to fire. Goddess I swear if any one of you gets Raa shot at or injured I'll gut you like a pig, very slowly. We're going to wait, 12% and .32 or what the fuck ever and rising be damned, and let Raa talk her down." She spoke softly, but fiercely, into her own radio. Her eyes moved from one person to the next, daring them to do something stupid.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,415	30	55	799	7,421	Raa was sure she was going to get shot. Her hands raised where the turian could see them and slightly shaking, mind racing with numerous possibilities with how this was going to turn out. It wasn’t hard to feel the nerves rattling through the moment she passed off the gun to Voira, Solares’ still placed in her belt pocket in back, while the scene seemed to become worse by the moment. The woman was clearly frightened by everyone entering the room and it was little wonder why. She was being threatened, treated as a joke, and worse by those who had entered. Raa could only understand why while she tried to ignore Avatar’s warning for the moment. "The probability of hostile forces arriving within ten seconds is approximately 12%, increasing by 0.38% per second." He warned through the radio. "If someone does not do something quickly, we are going to get swarmed with hostiles and end up being killed." Solares spoke, loudly, making Raa more nervous. Meanwhile RK caught Solares’ little whisper over the radio-Raa’s helmet one being shut off to prevent panic and distraction after Solares' comment- and gritted her digital teeth, causing the omnitool to flicker in annoyance. To most people it looked like glitch or oddity, but to Solares, Voira, Raa and most likely others, they knew it was RK. Raa voice was a gentle and kind as she spoke. “We need to get out of here and to do that, I need to get to the terminal before they arrive. Else things are going to get worse. Please. I’m going to take a step toward you, alright?” She tooks a small step, trying how far she got through to the turian. On hearing Voira’s words, RK spoke up quietly in the radios. “I advise you all do what the asari says. As for the overload, it won’t make a difference if we can’t get her away from the weapons locker. She’ll just grab another and likely Raa will get shot. Right now, we’re wasting time and as much as I want to give Raa time, there’s none to give. Can someone lift the turian into the air after I overload the gun? Then just knock her into the wall hard enough to put her out cold. Crude, but effective and we’ll allow Raa to fix the hurt later. Sadly, I know Raa will disagree and bitterly do something so someone will have to likely stop that. Solares, think you can?” As if sensing Voira’s protest, the AI whipped on the asari. “Before you argue, Voira. Consider this: When bullets fly and the turian’s in a shaky state, who do you think is the first target? Raa. As much as I want to trust she can do this, you and I know that time is ticking. What is more important, Raa getting out alive or her pride?”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,416	30	56	739	6,473	The Turian took a few steps back, closer to the weapon locker. She started to shake her head slowly as her hands started to twitch even more violently. "No...no they're not here for me, they're here for you. They actually offered to help us, not...take our land and livelihoods. You're just going to take me as a prisoner...or hostage. They told me what you would do." Avatar still remained silent as it made note of some of the information the Turian was disclosing. It seemed that the assumption that the local civilians, at least aboard the station, were opposed to the hostile force was incorrect. Based on the Turian's apparent perception of the Council, and her attitude towards the incoming hostiles, she seemed to support them. It was uncertain if the same would hold true for the rest of the population of the planet, but for the moment, this Turian seemed to view the hostile force as potential saviors. "If you're going to murder me, just...do it!" The Turian shouted, but even as she grew more forceful, tears started to form in her eyes, and her voice became more strained. With her gun still pointed straight ahead, she continued to stare down Raa while sobbing lightly, but not yet pulling the trigger.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,417	30	57	799	7,421	When Raa stepped forward, she noted the Turian suddenly got frightened and her own body froze. The female held up her gun and started to move further away, her mandibles quivering in terror, as she shook it. She was edgy and twitchy, every inch of her looked closer to pulling the trigger. Contrary to the other’s belief, the quarian was certain the Turian would pull the trigger and her helmet would shatter, sending her brains splattering upon the others. the grisly image filled her head making Raa tremble slightly as she pushed it away, trying to focus on the present and not the possible future. “Look at me? Do I really look like someone who could take you hostage? I was originally hired on for tech and software services thanks to a friend.” Raa said in her softest, and gentlest voice. “I’m only 21 years old, my name is Raa’Kinsa nar Rannoch.” She then shifted her hand cautiously, hoping that knowing them could help prevent themselves from being shot, gesturing to each she knew. “This is Voira and Solares." She didn’t pause to see the reaction as she continued. “Solares is a Turian who works for C-Sec, he’s bound by the same laws. You know C-Sec right? I know you’re scared and why, I recall being the same back on the Citadel. I was nearly made into a slave once because I got involved with the wrong crowd. I would never wish that on anyone so, please, let me help you. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,418	30	58	1,445	9,375	Donny watched and listened carefully as Raa tried to talk down this turian. He kept kicking himself mentally, as about all the alarms in his head just kept telling him to kill the turian. It was his training kicking in, and it was rather effective. If he was alone and in a hurry he might have really shot her without a passing thought. He tried not to think too much about how loose his morals was. He was a soldier, she was armed. On the battlefield not being able to make split second decisions makes all the difference between being dead or alive. But now Raa was risking her tail trying to calm down this turian, who everyone outnumbers and outguns, and what does he do? Just watch. He has to do something. He knows he could do more. Slowly putting his rifle on the floor, Donny stood up, his hands open and in the air for the turian to see. He had no idea what he was doing, but it was too late to stop him now. He needed to help Raa. He couldn't live with the guilt of a civvie dying over negotiations. "We only want to live, just like you. We want to be able to go home and see our families. And most of all, we don't want to fight." Donny's helmet collapsed, revealing his very human face. He didn't even have his shields up, making him even more exposed to death. But anything to let the turian know that he wasn't trying to trick her or get her to lower her guard. He needed to make sure she still felt like she could walk out of this alive. "I may be human, but I don't want you, or Raa, or anyone else here to die. I don't even know why we're under attack. But I want to save as many people as I can. I want to save you. Please, lower your weapon. Come with us. We will protect you and bring you to safety. I promise that you won't have to worry about anyone hurting you, and you can go home." Donny stepped up slowly next to Raa. This was for two reasons: One so the turian could see him and look at his face, which hopefully looked honest to her. The second reason was so that she may aim her gun at Donny instead, and if she does shoot, he could knock Raa to the ground to protect her from the ensuring gunfire. Not a fool proof plan, but it was do-or-die now.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,419	30	59	507	626	Tacticus was starting to become impatient with the situation. Every second they wasted they were getting closer to being captured or killed, though both of those things were probably the same. It didn't help when Avatar gave him something to count. This did not help the extreme discomfort he felt in this situation. I'm a shock trooper for spirits sake! he thought. His job was not negotiating or hearts and minds, that was the press corps job! He began clenching his jaw rather tightly trying to get his nerves under control. This situation was absurd to him at this point. Every second he counted in the back of his mind the more every fiber in his being was willing to risk the shot. These people were not part of his squad... his family, hell they weren't even part of the mission. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the rest of the cabal minus Sura pile back out of the room to make defenses. If Sura wasn't shooting yet surely he shouldn't be? The commentary the various parties were piling on was atleast helping him to think there was atleast some plan in this chaos. If the Asari was willing to neutralize the women he was mostly sure he would be able to follow up without killing anyone. That's what these crazies wanted anyways right? Not to kill anyone, that sure was a foreign concept given the situation. Then again he was mostly sure he wouldn't kill the Turian women...mostly. He debated for a moment if he even cared, the answer to that did not change from when he first walked into the room. Covering his mouth slightly from the Turian women's view with his right shoulder he whispered into the comms. "If you give her a lift... I can follow for the grab." He just hoped the Asari would figure out what he meant or rather would abide by his idea. His grip tightened on his pistol as he was thinking of things that would help take his mind off the cost-benefit analysis he was being forced to make. Then the Human walked forward aswell, filling Cactus with unseen rage. The Humans were going to get them killed weren't they? They couldn't possibly still be mad about the first contact war could they? Regardless, these people seemed like they wanted to die. Especially Donny considering he noticed the slight flicker of his shield as he deactivated it. The odds of him hitting one of the two in the back of the head at this point was high. This made him take his eye off a head shot of the women but still keep the weapon in her direction. If shit hit the fan at now his odds of keeping allied casualties down were better with a charge. He put himself out of his firing stance and more of a lunge. Then something else scratching at his brain slipped out. "Lady if it counts... we could have killed you awhile ago. We really just want to get out of here alive." Cactus said in a less rigid voice than he had been using the whole time they had been on the station.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,420	30	60	739	6,473	Though fear still permeated her body, she started to show hints of surprise once Raa changed her tone. She did not know she was talking to someone who was barely an adult, and she did not know how what to do. In her mind were deep-seeded fears against the Council, but even she did not think that all of the trillions of souls who lived under them were just as corrupt. She did not trust the Turian in C-Sec, but she largely ignored him. Raa was the one who was relatable. "A...slave?" She stuttered, her arms trembling as she started to feel some uncertainty. Being made a veritable slave to the Council was one of her fears, so the mention of it caused her to think. The Turian tensed once more when Donny started to step forward, but the fact that he had put down his rifle, and his sympathetic attitude surprised her once more. She was not expecting anything like this from the hardened soldiers of the Council. She started to look uncertain, particularly when Donny mentioned family, as it caused her thoughts to shift back to her own family down on the planet below. She wanted to see them again; she wanted to live. The woman started to sob visibly and audibly, and began to shakily lower her weapon. However, that stopped when Tacticus spoke. His indirect threat and general military attitude reinforced the notions she held about the Council, so while the others had started to surprise her and cause her to doubt, she feared Tacticus. Quickly, she snapped her weapon back up and tensed her hand around it. It was difficult to determine whether it was intentional or the result of her inexperience with firearms, but she fired the weapon, not at Raa or Donny, but at Tacticus.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,421	30	61	134	1,314	With every second that passed, the Cabal Minus readied themselves for a counter attack while Solares and the rest of the squad desperately attempted to negotiate with the traumatized female Turian. At this point, she had managed to find herself a corner inside of the security station and lean into it, hands clenched tightly onto the weapon, shaking nervously while aiming down the iron sights of the pistol. Raa kept trying to calm the female Turian down while putting her own life at risk, using a gentle and soothing tone of voice. “Noble but foolish, not all can be swayed with words.” He thought to himself while keeping the MK77 scope centered upon the potential hostile. When Donny joined Raa’s side, Solares could feel his muscles tighten slightly from how poorly the situation was being handled. His training taught him that in a situation such as this, you are advised to use another means besides using lethal rounds to incapacitate the target and remove it from harms way. Non-lethal rounds were not an option, due to the fact that he didn't have any, so someone else in the group was going to have to eliminate the threat before the female Turian ended up shooting someone. "Lady if it counts... we could have killed you awhile ago. We really just want to get out of here alive." Solares let out a soft sigh while mentally facepalming at what Tacticus had said, "Did you even go to hostage and negotiation training? You're only going to end up getting someone..." his sentence was cut short as the female Turian opened fire upon Tacticus with out warning.	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,422	30	62	2,025	3,680	Raa nearly jumped out of her suit when the human came up beside her. Immediately her helmet turned and looked at him, partly fearful he would get her shot before she could calm the Turian down. Her eyes studied him warily as he spoke to the female, his tone soft and no weapon in his hand. It made Raa relax some. A mistake she regretted when one of the Cabalist spoke. Everything went sideways almost immediately as when the turian had been about to put down her gun, she whipped up back up and fired. Immediately Raa’s figure dropped. Her arms came up over her head and her figure curled into a crouched down position, protecting herself instinctively. She gave a scream in her fright. In the same instant that the turian shot, RK overloaded the gun, making it useless. Her monitors immediately were checking over Raa’s vitals before the AI realized that it wasn’t the Quarian that was being aimed at but the cabalist. Her head appeared beside Raa and practically glared at the stupid alien for pushing her hand into unleashing overload sooner than planned. Her anger was drawn away she noted an irregular pattern in Raa’s breathing and snapped her head to her charge. Voira turned carefully as the human approached the Turian, ready to throw up a Barrier should the scared civilian. She didn’t relax a bit as the two of them seemed to be getting through to the turian. It would only take a little bit of a push to make her fire the pistol and Voira knew it. She almost, almost relaxed as she saw the pistol lowering. Then the damn Turian Cabalist had to speak up. Voira’s reaction was instinctive as she saw the pistol snap back up. A barrier put itself around the Quarian’s body, and the pistol went off. As Raa hit the ground with a scream, Voira focused on her as she saw the human moving and the pistol be overloaded, panic and fury surging through her through her body. She forced herself to speak and act calmly, for Raa's sake. The Asari crouched next to Raa, examining the curled ball as best she was able. “Raa, are you hit? Talk to us Raa.” She spoke, barely keeping ahold of the panic that consumed her. She didn’t know where the shakiness had sent the bullet.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,423	30	63	1,445	9,375	Things got bad real fast. At first Donny thought he and Raa were actually getting through the turian. She seemed to be lowering her weapon, maybe even considering taking up their offer. But then one of the turians said something and caused her to shoot. Raa ducked, and Donny froze up. At that moment he felt days turn into weeks turn into months turn into years. He closed his eyes and let out a single tear. "Sorry everyone..." But Donny didn't feel anything. The bullet didn't hit him. Did she miss? Did she shoot someone else? Donny opened his eyes and saw Voria next to Raa. No blood from either of them, so Raa wasn't dead. Donny didn't see any of his blood... Though he may simply be running on adrenaline. He looked up at the turian. She was crying, but in her hands was a smoking gun. Donny had to act; he didn't have time to think of the danger. Since he was already so close he reached out and grabbed the barrel of the gun, jerking it upwards. His other hand moved towards the turian's neck as he moved into her. Grabbing her by her shirt Donny moved his leg behind hers, and just as he pushed her head down he swept her feet out from under her, to slam her onto the ground. Not exactly a "Non-lethal" maneuver, but he wasn't aiming to kill her. Simply take her down. He made sure the gun wasn't pointed at anyone as he pinned her to the ground. "NOW YOU STOP RIGHT THERE! No one needs to die, so don't you start shooting! Drop your weapon! Surrender NOW!"	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,424	30	64	739	6,473	The Turian cried out in pain as she hit the ground, so much so that it was uncertain if she had even heard Donny's demands. She did let go of the weapon after a few moments, but it seemed only so she could press her hands up against the side of her head. The floor underneath her head was starting to turn blue with her blood, and she was screaming loud enough to be easily heard down the hall. "No, please no! Please don't kill me!" She cried out, her eyes glossed over with tears. Avatar noticed the woman's bleeding, and given the nature of the injury, acknowledged that she could potentially have a concussion. However, it had to prioritize the safety of allied forces, so it instead moved directly to the security terminal to attempt to gain access to the system. As well, they were finally able to move the rest of the non-combatants into the room and lock down the door behind them. The security terminal itself had not been locked or disabled, so accessing it was simple, but when Avatar attempted to access its functions, it found that they had been locked by the primary control center for the station. This was an expected scenario, so it had already been prepared to attempt to bypass the security measure. It had manufactured the base of a virus intended to cut off the local console from the primary control center. From there, it could reboot the console with itself mimicking the master controller, thereby gaining access to the console's functions. All it had to do first was to modify the virus to be compatible with this specific system. Within thirty seconds, however, the sounds of footsteps could be heard in the hallway outside, followed by an attempt to unlock the doors. Avatar had placed the doors into an emergency lockdown state, but they would not remain shut indefinitely. It was highly probable that the hostiles could open them, if not by hacking, by a breaching charge. It drew the rifle from its back, then looked to Creator Raa'Kina. She appeared to be experiencing emotional stress due to the incident with the Turian civilian, but it estimated that RK could perform the task within an acceptable timeframe. "Hostile forces have arrived. My platform will improve the probability of a successful defense, so I recommend Raa and RK attempt to hack the console." Avatar advised as it sent a request for direct digital communication to RK so it could upload the virus for RK's use. Even in the middle of combat, Avatar could also dedicate processing power to aiding RK, which could prove necessary since RK was likely unfamiliar with the architecture of Geth programming.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,425	30	65	507	626	You stupid BITCH! Tacticus yelled at the Turian women as she fired at him. His shields flared and his body began to pulse with biotic energy. But when the gun obviously overloaded and Donny quickly subdued and began yelling at her to drop it. He holstered his gun and looked at the now injured Turian on the ground. He felt nothing but anger for the idiot who was now knocked on her ass. He looked at the Turian asking if he went to negotiation training. "That isn't our job. We're a blade meant to cut at the heart of the enemy and complete our objective... you should know that by now." Then he felt a hand be placed on his shoulder. He had a pretty good guess at who it was. When he turned his head to look at Sura she gave him a disapproving look. "You know what our job is. Let others handle things you don't know." She then walked back out of the security room to go get the diplomats from the hallway. Which left Tacticus standing near the weapons locker and over a Turian with a head wound. Not wanting to look at the women he began searching through the lockers for a heavier weapon he could use for this defense. Charging was not too useful when you didn't want to leave. He managed to find a shotgun that would work for the time being since they were all going to be aiming at a door anyways. He pulled the weapon out of the cabinet and went around the the women and the Quarian and began to set up a defensive position with the rest of the cabal. This is what should be doing. It was what he was good at, not negotiating with scared little girls...	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,426	30	66	2,025	3,680	Voira glared at the stupid Turian, kept only from knocking some sense into him with one violent smack by the fact that there were hostiles bearing down on them and Raa needed her help more than he needed a fist to the face. Gently, Voira managed to get Raa out of her curled ball and checked her for any wounds. Satisfied that Raa was no more than extremely shake up at coming so close to death the Asari gave a quick, relieved, hug to the Quarian before speaking quietly. "Raa, I know you're scared but we need to get RK to the terminal. If we don't the humans are going to die in the hangar." When she was sure Raa could move Voira guided her over to the terminal where hopefully RK would be able to get into the hangar and security systems and make escaping this mess far easier than it would be. As Raa was setting up RK, Voira drew her assault rifle and renewed the barrier around the Quarian. Her eyes narrowed in rage again as she saw the blood and sobbing Turian, before she roughly forced herself to aim at the door once more. She couldn't do anything about it right now and she knew it. That didn't mean she was going to forget about it, however. Not as long as the stupid bastard with no common sense was within eyesight. Voira's eyes moved to Tacticus, watching as he armed himself and got ready for the assault. We'll have a talk with him later. A nice, long, talk. She promised herself as she returned her gaze to the door and aimed her rifle at it, waiting for the first poor, stupid, enemy to walk through and into certain death. Voira grinned. We really need something to kill. Whose first for volunteers?	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,427	30	67	134	1,314	Shit hit the fan very quickly and everything went downhill from there. The round from the female Turiuans pistol flew past Solares and hit Tacticus. Thankfully the weapon was not aimed at Raa or himself since the round would of most likely hit him in the head and he cared quite a bit for the Quarian. “Trigger happy bitch.” Solares thought to himself, while standing back up, moving the shotgun onto the back of his armor once more. It was clear that the Turian was no longer a threat, after Donny slammed her head down onto the cold metal floor and held her there. “That was completely unnecessary Donny, you could of incapacitated her without injuring her.” He walked over to her side and bent down on his knees before glaring up at the human. “You have done enough Donny, I can handle it from here, or do you feel the need to cause more damage?” he asked then motioned at the wounded Turian who pleaded for her life while bleeding rather badly from the head wound. “In intense situations that cause great amounts of fear, your body will enter a defense mode where the subconscious will kick in and have a certain amount of control over the body. I don’t expect you to understand since I am sure you did not spend years in medical classes.” Solares was now gently and carefully tending to the female Turians headwound. Once she was taken care of and had a stern lecture, Solares pulled the shotgun from the back of his armor and readied himself along with the rest of the group of the hostiles that were about to breach the door nearby. His training kicked in while he took a defensive position and waited patiently for all hell to break loose.	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,428	30	68	739	6,473	In the time available before the hostiles breached the doors, Avatar did what it could to prepare for the attack. There were two doors leading into the same hallway, each on opposite ends of the same wall. Since the fighting would remain close quarters, Avatar switched to its shotgun to improve its effectiveness. There were no fixed or loose objects in the room which would provide viable cover, but Avatar was able to move furniture such as chairs, and even a table, closer to the door to act as obstacles for those attempting to file into the room. It would only be a minor hindrance, but it improved their chances of success by a greater degree than any other actions it could have taken during the same time. The whole time, the Turian woman was crying out in pain. She was not in a position to prevent Solares from stopping her bleeding, but that did not cure her injury. She largely ignored Solares’ words and instead curled up on the floor, clutching her head, screaming. “My…head…” She said weakly while sobbing. After five separate, unsuccessful attempts to open the doors conventionally, Avatar heard more movement outside, heading away from each door. Retreat was improbable, so Avatar expected the use of explosives to gain entry, and after only seven seconds, its expectation was proven correct. Two detonations, 1.21 seconds apart, struck both doors. Neither of the metal doors were completely opened, as it appeared as if the hostiles had used fragmentation grenades as improvised breaching charges. However, they were both damaged enough that biotics among the enemy were able to use their abilities to clear the doorways, first on the right door, then the left. Unlike a normal, properly executed breaching maneuver, the enemy was not able to file in immediately to take advantage of the disorienting effects of the explosions, which allowed Avatar’s allies to recover and prepare. On the left door, two enemies took cover on each side of the door way and leaned into the room to fire, while on the right, where Avatar was aiming, a hostile threw a fragmentation grenade into the room. Given that they were in an enclosed space, the ricochets from the grenade could potentially threaten anyone in the room, even outside of the lethal blast radius.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,429	30	69	799	7,421	Raa was too closed off to notice anything happening around her. Her hands closed about her helmet and protecting herself, shaking like a leaf. Even worse were her own thoughts. Over and over, she was thinking she had been shot and any moment she would collapse from it. She shot me… I’m dead...I’m dead… The ideas seemed so real. So plausible to her when her eyes spotted the gun flash and heard the bang, not fully realizing it wasn’t aimed for her at all. Like Raa, everyone already reacted to the attempted murder in different ways. Donny shot forward and slammed the Turian down, cutting her, ordering her to stand down. Meanwhile she pleaded for her life and curled up into a defensive ball, similar to Raa. Tacticus made a muffled shout, his botic shield raised, while he felt a hand on his shoulder. His commanding officer scolded him and reminded him to butt out next time, her body turned to walk away to set up a defensive perimeter. Avatar had already stepped toward the terminal, preparing it, before taking out its shotgun. When RK got a request for the virus, she immediately uploaded for the Geth to insert, her hands still busy with trying to get Raa back on her feet. Already Solares, who had shooed away Donny, was tending to the Turian female and her wounds. Raa wasn’t seeing any of it, her mind settled in pure shock. Her fingers had partially tried to break her helmet with their pressure but thankful she wasn’t strong enough as she curled there trembling like a leaf. She wanted to go home, where it was safe and she wasn’t being shot at. It took a moment or two for her realize she was being pulled upright. Voira’s eyes studied, checking her over, seeking for some small wound or tear before seemingly satisfied. Sensing Raa’s terror, Voira’s arms wrapped about her and held her close. Raa was immediately attracted to the security, Raa hugged back and leaned into it. She finally noted the fighting was done when the others, mostly the cabalist, started to pull ranks toward the door. It seemed they were setting up a defensive perimeter. Gently, Voira, after calming her down, had guided her to the terminal.When her hands touched the console, RK took over and started to speak. “Alright, Raa. Can you hear me hun?” Raa nodded, meekly. Her digits already on the keyboard as she paused, her mind blank for what she was suppose to do. RK naturally filled her in with a gentle nudge and quickly downloaded the virus. It would take some time while the pair prevented anyone from tampering with it before it complete. Raa’s fingers flew across the keyboard quickly and her mind faded from the scene, absorbed into her work. While RK talked, muffling out the sound within Raa’s helmet, she focused on keeping her charge centered on her task at hand. Being close to the terminal and from the direct fire, they were both sadly unaware of the bouncing grenade into range.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,430	30	70	1,445	9,375	Donny subdued the Turian before Solares came up and told him to leave. He berated Donny for his rough handling, which nearly got a hostile remark from Donny. But then the geth informed them of incoming hostiles. "Shit." While Donny was rather angry at Solares for trying to critique him now of all times about his methods, it wasn't worth getting into an argument right now. There were enemies at the rear and they had only precious little time before the same may happen to his allies. But while Donny got himself into position to intercept the incoming hostiles, his mind was full of fear and doubt. "How long did it take to talk down that turian? Long enough for the enemy to catch up to us. What about my team? Are there any of them left? Rosemary, Seraph, Alexander, Aman, Brendan, Tristan, Yoaso, Harriette, and Eleanore... Are they dead because I tried to save that turian?" There was doubt in his actions. Like all he wanted to do was run. But the door behind them was not open, and the doors back had enemies. They had to make a stand here. There was fear in Donny's actions, but he was a soldier. He had to fight. And he would do so with fear in his heart, because there was no other option. There was no surrendering. Donny got into position, knocking over a table as soft cover. He doubt it could last more then two, maybe three shots, but he wouldn't need it for long. He waited. And waited. And waited. Seconds to minutes. And then the explosion occurred. Technically two but for Donny they both happened roughly at the same time. When the smoke cleared Donny could see from his position two hostiles at the left door, firing from cover. Donny fired off some shots with his shotgun, not really intended to hit but to get them back into cover. Then he saw something thrown into the room. Donny almost missed it if he wasn't looking for it. It was a grenade, but in Donny's eyes it looked like a red clay pigeon. Lowering his gun for just a moment he reached his hand out and put a barrier around the grenade. With a flick of his wrist he had the grenade go back the same way it came.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,431	30	71	507	626	When the door exploded Tacticus was hoping that they weren't a cohesive enough unit to pile into the room like any trained military unit would. Luckily they didn't, these people were not trained to work as a group let alone efficiently. Instead they elected to throw a grenade in which was easily picked up and tossed back out by Donny's biotics. Specifically over to the two Turians leaning out of the doorway to the left. Before either of them were able to react Tacticus began laying rounds into the two Turians with his recently acquired shotgun. The cabal also began putting combined fire at the door way as the two Turians pressed for cover under the hail of bullets and shotgun pellets. When the grenade finally went off it ripped open the remainder of the door still clinging to the frame and busted out the frame and the floor. He couldn't see the damage that it had done to the Turians but considering the grenade was at their feet it most certainly killed them. The gunfire subsided as there was nothing left to shoot at. He did however see one of his team mates throw a warp at the right door and try to curve it around the corner. He couldn't see what he was hitting or if it even hit anything but he assumed more hostiles were about to come in through that door. He dumped the thermal clip in his shotgun and inserted another one waiting for the next person to come in through the door.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,432	30	72	739	6,473	As the grenade was directed through the right door, Avatar joined in the volley of fire on the left door. As the explosive had detonated less than a meter out into the hallway, it had likely killed or incapacitated anyone within the lethal blast radius, while the ricochets were likely to damage the shields of others farther away. On the left, the Turians outside were only able to fire into the room briefly before being met with overwhelming return fire. The shields of one were drained before she could react, and several pellets from Avatar's shotgun found their mark in her chest, along with a bullet from one of the Cabal. The other did manage to get back into cover beside the door, but as the walls were not built to withstand sustained fire, enough shots penetrated through that he was taken down as well. Avatar was prepared to eject a thermal clip if the hostiles resumed their attack, but its shotgun had only two remaining to quickly cool the weapon, so they were best used only when necessary. Outside, there was the sound of footsteps moving away from the doors. They were unlikely to be retreating, but after a failed initial attack, they needed to regroup a safe distance from the doors. Inside the room, no one had yet been injured, but the situation was still dangerous. Both of the Turian diplomats and the Asari diplomat were hiding in the same corner of the room as the Turian civilian, while Raa was working on the terminal. None of them would be priority targets for the enemy, except perhaps Raa, but it would only take one stray shot to kill or injure any of them. And, for the duration of the fight, the Turian woman was still curled in a ball on the ground, clutching her head and crying out in pain. It was less than a minute after the hostiles had backed away from the doors that there was the sound of running from down the hall, followed by low voices outside the room. Even Avatar's sensors could not distinguish the words they were speaking, but it appeared that the enemy had been reinforced. After the voiced died down, there were few audible sounds outside the room for approximately half a minute untill, all at once, the enemy attacked once again without warning. A streak of blue flashed across the room from the right doorway, impacting Voira. It was the biotic charge of a hostile, though unlike those they had been fighting, she was not Turian. She was either a Human or an Asari wearing one of the same black, full armor suits as the guards of the Asari who had been delivering orders during the ambush. Her charge had hit Voira directly, but it would take a brief moment for her to orient herself after charging across the room. At the same time, the more hostiles, one Turian and two Vorcha, wearing the same uniform filed in through the right door, while four of the ununiformed Turians they had been fighting rushed through the left door. They were less organized, and perhaps less well-trained than the other group, so they were likely acting on their orders. The enemy was rushing the room all at once, and with the volume of fire that was likely to be exchanged, the diplomats, particularly Raa, were going to be in danger.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,433	30	73	2,025	3,680	Voira, standing protectively beside Raa, reacted almost instantly as the doors exploded, snapping a barrier over herself and the Quarian. That turned out to be a beneficial move as bullets ricocheted off of her barrier and a grenade tumbled into the room. There was no way the Asari was going to drop the barrier to throw it back out, so she could only hope their allies would react quickly enough to deal with it and the enemies firing through the other door. Fortunately for all involved (well, except the poor bastards out in the hall), the human had reacted quickly enough, Barrier going around and throwing the grenade back outside. The two enemies were cut down in a hail of bullets. Voira could feel the tension rising as the hostiles made various sounds outside, the time seeming to inch by as they waited for the next attack. When it did come, it came blindingly fast and unexpectedly. The biotic charge shattered through Voira's barrier, as it was snapped up in a hurry and meant to stop bullets and shrapnel not a biotically enhanced battering ram. Voira only had a split second to turn and brace, getting slammed into and knocked backwards. She tumbled over the ground, assault rifle knocked Goddess knows where, scrambling to her feet in a heartbeat, drawing her shot gun as she did so. A pathetic relief cut through her rage and panic as she noted it had the anti-armor rounds in it. Still, the invader was right next to Raa. No. No nononofucknowecantlosehergetthefuckawayfromheryoubitch Voira's thoughts rapidly disintegrated into a panicked, enraged, need to destroy the biotic who had attacked her. "Die. Die. DIE!" Voira screamed, throwing a blast of biotic energy at the black armored woman, shot gun slugs soon following wherever the biotic dodged or blocked or moved as Voira moved forward to get her away from Raa.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,434	30	74	134	1,314	Taking cover behind the table with Donny may not have been the best idea, but it was better than standing out in the middle of the hallway giving the hostiles a clear shot at him. His Piranha Shotgun was aimed at the door, incendiary rounds loaded and ready to be fired at a moment’s notice. Only a short while passed before the main door was opened, followed by a frag grenade being tossed down the hall at them. “They should have cooked the grenade before throwing it in here, pathetic and poorly trained.” thought Solares as he watched Donny use his Biotics to toss the grenade back at them. Taking cover quickly, he waited for the grenade to explode before putting rounds down the hallway and into the Cabal. Once the grenade finely did go off with a satisfying bang, pieces of debris from the door and its frame flew down the hall, more smoke taking its place. Bringing his Shotgun into play, he took a combat stance behind the table before emptying a large number of rounds through the smoke. Red tracers flew down the hallway and illuminated the smoke whenever it passed through it, creating a soft red glow. After a large number of rounds had been fire, he removed his thermal clip from the shotgun and replaced it with a fresh one before observing the scene and all of its chaos once more. He could hear the sound of footsteps running away from both of the doors, there was a small chance they were retreating but the odds of that happening were almost nonexistent. “Most likely regrouping or calling in heavier troops.” He said into his helmets com so the rest of the squad could hear him. As if on que, the sound of someone running back to them could be heard, and Solares raised his shotgun to take aim once more. His breath slowed down and returned to a calm state, letting the sway of the scope stop for the time being. “A deep breathe in and hold, then let it out, repeat to help reduce sway.” Is what Aviza would tell him when lining up a shot for whatever weapon he was using during training. It had helped him a lot, and was still helping him to that day. “Hey RK, how is Raa doing with the lockdown?” he asked quietly into his helmets com just seconds before a streak of blue flashed across the room from the right doorway, impacting Voira. "Damn Biotics.” Thought Solares to himself while taking very quick aim and adjusting his shotguns muzzle before firing at the new hostiles that were trying to flood the room. One of them caught on fire from the incendiary rounds, going up in a brilliant bright red flame before collapsing on the ground and disintegrating into smoldering ash.	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,435	30	75	1,445	9,375	Donny took a second out of the battle to congratulate himself. He had to admit, as humble and unassuming as he tries to be, that was a pretty sweet move on his part. He doesn't know if that grenade actually helped curb the hostiles, but he felt like a total badass considering that he did it so easily. Maybe he should keep an eye out for more grenades. "Note to self: Become designated grenade spotter." The explosion gave Donny and his group a precious few seconds of reprieve. He fired off a few shots from his heat sink, adding onto the veritable wall of bullets already flying in the direction of the enemy. He had to let his shotgun cool down however, so he switched over to his pistol so he could get a few more shot off. Not that he really needed to; he had to remember that despite being the only human here, he was being backed up by a whole squad of elite turian operatives. Or something. He doesn't actually know much about turian military, but figured that these guys are likely better trained and much more cohesive as a group then Donny's. Sure he has felt a great sense of camaraderie and support from his group, but they've also known each other for like, three days at most. It was fortunate that they all had standardized training. Shaking these thoughts off Donny readied himself for the next wave. They didn't need to kill everyone, just hold them at bay long enough for Raa- And that's when a blue bolt charged through the room. Donny ducked his head instinctively, figuring it to be some sort of high-tech laser lightning bolt or some such. Turns out she was a vanguard who was tussling with Voria. Which is not better. She was definitely a threat considering that Raa was a civvie and about five feet or so away from the hostile vanguard. But Donny didn't miss the other soldiers filing in, including the black armored turian and vorcha, and their mook support. Donny took a deep breath and forced himself to think. "You have six seconds. INNATE TIME CONTROL! No you can't really do that, but you can think fast. Alright, head count. Like, 8 spec op turians? Maybe six? I don't remember right now. The geth, who's a pretty good shot. Voria, while kinda bitchy, also a very powerful biotic with a machinegun. Solare's a dick but he seems to be able to handle himself at least, so there's that. And me. Alright. So about ten or maybe thirteen. Oh, and civvies. Got to keep them safe. Alright Donny, think: Those turians you're with likely got more experience and skills then you do. They likely have the skills and means to deal with the fancy black armored enemies. If need be I could take a shot but... That vanguard is going to bother me, cause she's right behind our line and very close to Raa. Those other three Black Suits also scare me, cause who knows? Maybe they're vanguards too? Why else would they lead a charge straight into a room full of gunfire? They got to be tanky. At least they aren't krogan.... And then the small potatoes. Alright Donny. You're a fish. You're a fish with teeth (guns). You aren't the biggest fish and you don't really have big teeth. But you're not alone. You have allies watching your back, very reliable people. But they aren't perfect. They could get shot and die like your enemies can. But they're bigger fish then you are. And right in front of you are really big fish, and smaller fishes. Maybe... Maybe I can't really do much against the big fish. But I can deal with the small fries!" Donny got out of his introspective moment to look at the four turians who rushed in. They didn't seem too disciplined, but they still had guns and thus were a bit of a threat. And Donny still had some explosives with him. Granted they were Cain Trip mines but... As much as it wasn't standard protocol, he knows he could throw them. Not at the turians mind; he could arm it and lob it in their path. It takes about 1.5 second for it to arm. And he could link it's blast trigger with the radio signal of his team. So on the off chance that someone goes over there, at least they wouldn't trip off the mine. With any luck Donny's mine could also catch those black suits off guard and- But wait. What if these guys see Donny? When if they throw his mine back at him? Granted it wouldn't explode, but that doesn't mean it still wasn't dangerous. "No!" This was no time for doubts. no time for second questioning. Are there better ways? Yes. Could Donny do something smarter? Yes. But this isn't a turn-by-turn strategy game where he could analyze each action, use a wide array of awesome skills, and finish without anyone dying. As much as he hate to admit it, he wasn't perfect. Like Solare's said, there are way better ways for him to handle things without doing so much damage. But sometimes... Sometimes... Sometimes Donny just needs to do tons of damage. Donny took out his Cain Mine while covered behind the table. The four turians haven't quite gotten to cover yet, but they were the furthest away. No problem, this was an explosive, not a bullet. He didn't need to hit them, just get it close. For maximum damage he'd have to plant it at the front of the group. They were moving forward after all; even he knew how to lead a target. It was a bit hard to get a clear shot because of all the bullets flying in his direction (It was a good thing no one thought to shoot the table cause he's only got shields to protect him) but he only needed a second. Activating shields and looking around the cover of the table, aiming for the spot just one yard away from the first turian leading the other four. "Aim.... Go!" Donny threw the mine. Arming in the air, it was lobbed over the black suits. Donny would have used his pistol for covering fire, but he didn't want to waste bullets and split his concentration as he was actually watching for things like more grenades and his trip mine. He is the designated grenade spotter after all. And Donny will decide where the explosions happened.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,436	30	76	507	626	The tense few moments listening to the echo-y footsteps of the people who had every intention of killing them. The one other combat mission he had been on had taught him something valuable according to Sura. It wasn't the fighting that would get you killed, it was the waiting. If you didn't wait you were liable to make rash decisions while coming down from an adrenaline dump. Everyone was just sitting there in silence waiting for the enemy to react or to do anything. Instead there was just more unseen movement that was beyond hard to predict with the echo that was being produced. He dug his thumb deep into the grip of the shotgun trying to keep himself from moving at all from his position. Then they rushed them all at once. He was not quite sure why they did not just do this to begin with but he guessed it was because everyone they had been fighting were either untrained or poorly trained. It was also a possibility that the different training doctrines of the mercs were nowhere near cohesive enough to form any kind of proper assault. He guessed that the last option made the most sense and pushed the thought to the back of his mind to be used later. The first thing he noticed when they burst into the room was the blue bolt that went and knocked down Voira and was dangerously close to the Quarian. He quickly glanced back at the people entering the room and quickly made his choice. He tapped his cabalist buddy Helio on the shoulder then jumped up into a run and charged. He managed to throw himself in between the Quarian and the what he could now tell was an Asari. He immediately knocked her straight to the ground with a loud metal on metal scrapping sound as her armor hit the floor. Still using some of his momentum from the charge Cactus threw aside his shotgun and put the rest of his biotic energy into his arms making them glow bright and blue with energy. He began punching the Asari as hard as he could with his enhanced fists as apposed to as fast as he could. Snarling and starting to yell at the Asari he began caving in the Asari's chest plate causing her to gasp for air. He began hitting her so hard that he heard her armor crack under his assault. Satisfied that the Asari would not last long and would be less then able to move he Put one final hard punch into the Asari's neck which was slightly exposed. Not realizing how hard he had punched he felt warm blood hit him in the face. Cactus jerked back in his straddling position for a moment to try and wipe off the blood. With grim look on his face he to a peek at what he had done. The Asari's wind pipe had been so completely he saw her bone. He turned back around to the Quarian and said "Look away...trust me." He then began to get up into the cover that they were near and looked around for his shotgun that he had dumped somewhere. All the while trying to push the body away from the cover with his leg. This was going to a long day.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,437	30	77	739	6,473	After the enemy rushed into the room, the fighting was quick and bloody. The Asari who charged Voira raised her own shotgun, but Voira's reaction had been quick. The blast of biotic energy drained the Asari's barriers while stumbling her back. The Asari's weapon still fired, but instead of hitting an unshielded Voira, half of the blast missed entirely, while the other half impacted Raa, but was absorbed by the barrier Voira had placed on her. Several of the pellets flew through the holographic screen to Raa's left and embedded themselves in the wall behind it. A slug from the armor-piercing rounds of Voira's shotgun cut through the Asari's suit with ease and found its way into her abdomen. It was not immediately lethal, but Tacticus' attack prevented her from retaliating. His biotically-enhanced blows imparted enough force to make her armor irrelevant. Regardless, she tried to fight back. Dropping his shotgun to engage in melee combat had taken longer than if he had simply fired, so she reached for one of her grenades, but he was not slow enough that she could activate it. When she hit the ground, her upper body covered in a a violet paint of her own blood, her hand still clutched the explosive with her thumb only centimeters away from the button which would have armed it. On the right side of the room, Avatar, Solares, and a few of the cabal fired on the uniformed hostiles. Solares high rate of fire shotgun cut through the shields of a vorcha quickly, with the incendiary rounds burning through his flesh soon after. Avatar was crouched behind one of the overturned tables for visual cover and leaned out to focus on the closest hostile: a Turian. A warp from a cabal hit his shields, which, while it did not drain them completely, allowed most of the pellets from Avatar's following shot to break through. As its weapon was already on target, it was able to fire again at center mass before the Turian could return fire. However, the remaining Vorcha was able to focus on Avatar. All shots from the burst of his rifle, which was of the same model that Avatar had found in the hallway, hit Avatar's shields, bringing them dangerously low. Quickly, Avatar ducked behind the table, then moved to the side. The Vorcha's next burst easily penetrated through the thin table, but were not on target. Leaning out of its cover, Avatar used an energy drain on the Vorcha, bolstering its own shields while draining its opponent's. Both of them then exchanged fire, but as Avatar's shields were now stronger, it could hold up to the Vorcha's next burst, while his shields fell to the shotgun blast. The number of pellets which penetrated his armor did injure him, but the robust nature of Vorcha physiology necessitated three more shots before Avatar could safely consider him to be neutralized. As it was ejecting a thermal clip from its weapon, a detonation of an alarming size shook the room, as well as those on the decks directly above and below. After 1.5 seconds, the cain mine which Donny had deployed activated. The Turians had saw Donny throw it, but as one of them was attempting to evade what he assumed to be a grenade, he stumbled over one of the chairs which Avatar had placed near the door as an obstacle. His weapon crossed the path of the laser being emanated from the mine, triggering its detonation. A five meter radius around the mine in all directions was consumed by the explosion. All four of the hostile Turians were killed immediately by a combination of the heat, shrapnel, and the shockwave. The walls, floor, and even ceiling in the area, having not been designed to withstand such force, had partially collapsed. Much of the wall leading to the hallway on the left side of the room had been blasted apart, there was a small hole in the ceiling, and a much larger one directly beneath the mine leading to a lower deck. Unfortunately, the damaging effects of the explosion were not confined strictly to the hostiles. As they were in a confined space, the effective radius of the cain mine was amplified. Only two of the cabal were close enough to perhaps experience injuries from the pressure wave itself, but the shrapnel ricocheted much farther. Anyone with weak or drained shields at the time of the explosion could suffer injuries from said shrapnel. As well, the sound produced by the detonation was well above dangerous thresholds, so hearing damage was possible, though not guaranteed. Immediately after the explosion, Avatar picked up screaming from the direction of the corner where the diplomats had been hiding, but it did not investigate immediately. Instead, it kept its weapon trained on one of the doorways until it could determine if there were any more hostiles present in the area.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,438	30	78	507	626	After realizing he had been grazed by shotgun pellets Cactus returned to firing at the hostiles entering the room. Though he became completely stunned by the fact that Donny started running with a spirits damned cain mine. Tacticus was still firing at one of the many black clad hostiles entering the room when out of the corner of his eye he saw the crazy human run at the enemy. He managed to only get his mouth open to yell as the mine exploded. Feeling the heat he ducked back behind the thin cover he had been behind for so long and was jarred for a second as his ears wrung. Blinking as the air being sucked out of the room dried out his eyes. Raising his gun again he quickly found there was nothing to shoot at. More concerning was his teammates and their closeness to the explosion. Seeing that there were no enemies he stuck the shot gun on his back and ran over to his cabal. Two of them were sitting with their backs to the cover with semi-blank stares and picking pieces of shrapnel out of their armor. Both of them had bleeding ears and noses and had Titus the squad medic looking at them with a light from his omni-tool. His ears were also bleeding but he was sure he was aware. Sura was also holding her jaw and was bleeding from the left ear aswell. He went over to her and asked if they were alright. Louder than her normal talking voice she said "Yeah they'll be fine. Just a bit rattled, or so Titus says." She then turned to the rest of them one of whom he noticed were all checking their own hearing. "If anyone else is hurt check with Titus before we move out." Then Vivea yelled whether out of necessity or to make the point known. "What the hells was that! You could have killed us Human!" Wondering the same thing himself but not wanting to stay here even more he walked over to the terminal they were supposed to be hacking. "How much longer do you think? We need to leave." Tacticus realized mid way through he was being loud aswell and managed to quite down his voice.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,439	30	79	739	6,473	Raa'Kina, RK, and Avatar --- Raa continued to work on her task, her mind ignoring the gunfire and fighting, while she tapped her three fingers on the keyboard. Her helmet glared while flashes of gunfire barely registered to her. They were nothing but background noise at the moment. Click...clack...click. Her ears filled with RK's soothing voice as she counted down the loading time for the virus, going from 100% to 98% completion, still trickling down. Raa's attention was jolted when bullets impacted something outside the corner of her visor, her body jumped and head jerked to spot the shimmering barrier. Her heart had leapt into her throat and middle wormed in nervousness to see the bullet riddled wall. First thoughts went for Voira and Solares, her head imagining a feverish picture of the pair being hunched over and dead. It frightened her. Enough she started to shift away before RK snapped into her ear piece. "Raa'Kina nar vas Rannoch! Get back to that console and help me get this virus uploaded!" Raa paused and seemed to struggle with the choice she was forced into. Immediately, RK popped up a vital readings over Voira and Solares from their omnitool. "They are fine, they know how to protect themselves but we need to download that virus. Now." RK spoke firmly, her task focused on getting Raa back to the terminal. Trembling, Raa turned back to once more start to type again. 86%...83%... A sudden explosion happened and with it, their hearing became deaf from the sound. It was the screaming that caused Raa to tear away from the terminal at 79%, her ears catching the sounds, and shouted back to RK. "Keep downloading, I'll be right back." Her boots clicked over to where the diplomats were huddled together, her gut becoming twisted at thinking someone was hurt. Already, her hand was darting to pull up her medi gel stock, she was ready to administer it to the wounded. As it had not been affected by disorienting nature of the explosion, Avatar had been on guard, its audio sensors listening for the distinctive markers of incoming footsteps. After approximately five seconds of detecting no erroneous sounds , it stepped over to the door and looked out into the hall, confirming that there were no hostiles currently waiting outside. As such, it could now dedicate itself to assisting with injured allies or gaining control of the security console, depending upon where its platform would be the most useful. The most obvious signs of injury came from the corner of the room where the diplomats has been hiding. When Avatar approached, it saw that not all had escaped injury from the shrapnel. The Turian civilian had been on the ground, and while she still showed signs of a head injury from Donny’s takedown, she was otherwise unharmed. The Asari diplomat had been standing between the Turian male and the explosion, but her weak barrier had protected them. The Turian female diplomat, however, had been pierced by multiple shards of metal. She was lying on the ground with four entry wounds on her chest and abdomen, along with one on her left ankle. The blood had stained her formerly-white clothing blue, and she was wheezing, which indicated damage to one or both lungs. Raa was already moving to tend to her wounds, but the personnel file Avatar had for the Quarian did not list medical expertise. “Do you require assistance, Raa.” It asked. Raa nodded, her trembling hands reached to the bleeding Turian. Blue blood smeared over her hands as she reached for the Turian's sleeve and activated her omnitool knife. It flickered to life instantly then neatly sliced through the cloth, severing it from the uniform. She started to wipe away the messy blue liquid away causing her to turn to Avatar. "I-I need help. I think...I think a lung is ruptured and even if I seal it up, she could still go into shock." Raa said trying to clean out the holes enough to check their depth and fill them in, wary of those near the lungs. "RK, I...I need a full medical file about Turian anatomy. Please." "Coming up but it will slow the download, namely to talk you through it. It's only a file and audio mostly." RK replied. Avatar judged that both hacking the console and treating the Turian were time-sensitive issues, so neither could be postponed. It possessed files detailing Creator anatomy, but not Turian, so it could not assist Raa’Kina as efficiently as RK. Therefore, it would be most efficient for it to resume hacking the console to allow RK to rejoin Raa’Kina. Saying nothing verbally, Avatar made use of direct digital communication to inform RK that it could resume its previous task. Digital communication was more akin to directly exchanging thoughts instead of speaking, so they could hold a “conversation” in fractions of a second. Naturally RK returned fire with her own arguments, but finally submitted in the end. The damn Geth was a logical machine and emotions, unlike her, didn't compute. She shifted to Raa's omnitool to assist her. Slowly the AI began to talk the Quarian through the process, first sealing up the holes that seemed the worse. The ankle was the least concern as that wasn't life threatening like the chest wounds. RK determined that the Turian had blood rolling around in her lung though it wasn't easy to tell through sound alone and no tools to measure pulse or vibration in the chest cavity. Raa had already patched three of the four holes and had been about to start on the last when RK stopped her, causing the Quarian to flinch in fear. "Raa, don't. Not yet. She's got blood in her lungs and you seal that up, it might make it fill faster. We need tubing or something hollow." RK noted, trying to determine what would work. Raa's mind already was figuring out the puzzle when she realized one thing she could use. Gently she shifted her patient's arm over the chest wound. "Hold it there, and don't close it!" Wasting little time, she started to fiddle with her helmet clasps. Before RK could give her a serious scolding or warn Voira, Raa had taken her helmet off with a soft hiss. She inhaled the air and immediately coughed, her nose cringe at the scent of blood and fire. Ignoring her own worries, she quickly jerked out and removed her air tube. There was several thankfully and each only a few centimeters wide on both ends. RK, furious with Raa, instructed her further on how to position the head and elevate the arm to help the blood flow. Trying not shake her hands, Raa inserted the sterilized tubing into the wound. Instantly blood surged out and over what little white remained on the uniform. By this time, one of the Turians had entered. He promptly walked up to Avatar, working at the terminal, and addressed him. This caused Raa to jerk her head for his attention. "Help, I need help!" She called out, her hands holding the tubing in place and preventing more bleeding. Her voice was loud, panicky without the helmet that usually muffled her voice. While Raa’Kina and RK had been tending to the wounded, Avatar had picked up precisely where RK had left off, immediately after it returned to Raa’s omni tool. There had been some barriers to uploading the virus, as the station’s central computer was equipped with a virtual intelligence that managed the station’s functions. However, against a true A.I, it served only to slow its progress. By the time Tacticus had approached it, the virus had been uploaded completely. “I have isolated the console from its master controller, Tacticus Agnom. It is currently rebooting; I estimate fifty seconds before I will be able to access local functions.” It explained.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,440	30	80	2,025	3,680	Voira didn't bother thanking Cactus nor did she apologize for nearly shooting the Turian. She merely set herself back into a defensive position near Raa. However, when she saw that one side had been primarily cleared of enemies, she quickly moved around to deal with the remaining Turians. Right around that time, Donny leaned out from behind his flimsy(or so it seemed to Voira) table to throw something.Voira didn't get to see what it was, but she did know that he was likely to be shot to pieces, and she couldn't just watch as he died. She took several steps to put a barrier around him, when he suddenly stopped and threw it. Voira had a few seconds to realize what it was, and then react. Her eyes widened and she backpedaled rapidly, reinforcing the barrier around Raa. "You stupid-" Whatever Voira was shouting was lost in the explosion, and the Asari tripped over the black armored Asari's corpse. Voira was fortunately out of the range of the shockwave. She was not, however, out of the range of shrapnel. She felt two slice her her face, and a few more embed themselves in her armor, one actually piercing it. As she lay on the ground, ears ringing, she did an injury check. Ears ringing, potentially bleeding. We don't think there’s hearing damage. Chest hurts like hell, hurts to breathe, probably a cracked rib, maybe a broken one. Hand hurts like a bitch, but that's what happens when we get shot. Shoulder hurts even worse, but that's because recoil has been hitting it and the makeshift bandage it has. Face has two, maybe more, cuts. She picked herself up, coughing. Violet blood splattered out onto the ground. Fuck. That's not good. Her ears gradually stopped ringing, and she became aware of a panicked voice shouting for help. A very familiar panicked voice, even without the helm. Raa! Voira scrambled to her feet, eyes looking for the source to see a blood covered Raa next to a Turian. The Asari mercenary almost panicked, until it clicked that Raa's blood was red. She was only covered in the Turian's blood. Voira had only a moment's relief before she quickly moved over there, kneeling next to Raa. She knew she looked like a mess, blood around her lips, shrapnel sticking out of her armor (one with blood leaking past it), cuts beneath her right eye and on her forehead. "Raa!" She snapped, before coughing forced her to stop. More violet blood splattered out onto her gloved hand. Voira ignored it. "What in the Goddess's name do you need me to do, so I can smack you after this?" Raa jerked, her body jumping scared, when she spotted Voira. Her skin became a pale violet color at seeing the Asari's state as she choke on any words she had been about to say. Mouth wide open and eyes filled with shock, her mind seemed to have forgotten how to speak for a time while she stared. Thankfully, RK spoke up. "Stop threatening Raa, she's rattled enough you overprotective matriarch! My suggestion is tend to the Turian so Raa can fix what remains of her helmet and at least salvage it. Though without immunization boosters, she'll be feeling the effects of her actions rather hard later." The AI said, sounding bitter over the fact, then transferred a vital sign reading over the Quarian to the Asari. Namely to settle the alien's frantic nerves down. In addition she did a quick reading of Voira's vital signs and compared to them to her own knowledge. "Before you start bitching at Raa, check your own wounds. Bruised lung, cracked rib, debris in your chest, shots in your hand and shoulder and more... Geeze, Voira, you're getting sloppy." Voira’s face softened, slightly guiltily, as she saw the expression on Raa’s face. She gave a tight, and bloody, hug to the Quarian, mostly ignoring the AI. “We’re fine. This is nothing we haven’t dealt with and recovered from before. And for the record, RK, we were doing fine until some bitch decided to Biotic charge into our chest, and then that damn human detonated an explosive in here.” She got to her feet again, wincing in pain, before calling over to the Cabalist’s medic. “Your female diplomat is mostly patched up except-” Voira paused again to cough up more blood, thankfully less than the last time. “Except for the damage to her lungs and the last hole relating to that wound.” She helped Raa to her feet. “Come on Raa, lets get out of the way and let everyone gather themselves, hmm?” Raa's head shook in agreement as she let Voira lift her. She noticed, despite her quick thinking earlier, her bones were nothing but jello. Weight felt unbalanced and steady, her head slightly dizzy from the sudden right onto her feet that she clenched her three fingered hand to her temple. The room slightly spinning. It didn't help she was still locked in the adrenaline high which refused to give up and let herself be led away, her eyes worrying over her companion in silence.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,441	30	81	134	1,314	Once the enemy charged into the room, all hell broke loose in a hail of biotics and weapon fire that came from both directions of the hallway. Staying mostly in soft cover at this point, Solares leaned to his right while taking aim and unloaded eight shots into the other end of the hallway, hoping that nothing was still alive. Pulling himself back into softcover, he leaned against the underside of the table and quickly started to switch thermal clips. “Donny if you require any thermal clips, let me know and I can share some with you s…” Solares’s train of thought was cut short when he saw the human grab onto an explosive, eyeing it while deep in thoughts of his own. “Hey Donny, I know what you are thinking and it’s best if you avoided using a Cain Mine or any high-powered explosive of the sort inside of a pressurized area.” He didn’t want to sound like he was lecturing the human but there was a heavy concern for his own safety, the rest of his squad’s safety, and the civilian’s safety as well. It was too late though, for Donny threw the mine up and over a group of hostiles where it landed behind them. “Oh shit…” Solares quickly pulled himself into a protective ball just seconds before the mine detonated. The shockwave from the blast was so strong that it pushed him back at least five feet across the metal floor with a blanket of debris. Opening his eyes slowly, Solares pushed himself up and off of the ground, while whole body in pain. “That was one of the better explosions I have lived through.” said Solares to himself. He had taken a couple of pieces of scrap metal to his armor, but thankfully none of them had penetrated far enough to wound him. The force of the explosion though had wounded him, bruising bones and causing some internal damage that could be healed over time or in a health bay. “Is everyone alright?” he asked through his com before noticing he couldn’t hear anything but a ringing in his ears, it wouldn’t matter for now if anyone replied to him. “Just the shockwave, should pass relatively soon.” he thought to himself before pulling out a knife and attempting to break free some of the metal scraps from his armor. From where the metal had ended up, he was very lucky that none of it had passed through, or he would have been in extremely bad shape. One scrap missed where his heart is and another missed the bridge between the left and right lung. Once checking himself over, he quickly made his way to Raa and Voira, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both of them covered in blood. “Holy actual shit Voira, how are you still walking? and Raa are you alright?” he asked in a concerned tone.	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,442	30	82	507	626	Alright we should be good to go by then... Tacticus was cut off by Ra and the Asari yelling for assistance. He quickly looked over at what was happening and saw all the blood and makeshift tubing sticking out of the other diplomat that they hadn't been sent to protect originally. This was not what they needed right now. More wounded were just going to keep slowing them down. At this rate he didn't know if they'd even get to the humans in time. Cactus was also beginning to feel exhausted from all the fighting, the only thing keeping him alert and on his feet was the constant stream of adrenaline at this point. They had told him that might happen if he was ever locked in extended combat. The solution they had given him in training was to not get into extended combat. He ran back over and grabbed Titus on the shoulder as he was checking the eye movements of Episia one of the soldier that was near the explosion. "Titus we got an injured diplomat. Looks bad, their draining blood from her lungs." Titus turned around quickly turned and growled. "Damnit, watch these two they both have minor concussions and some shrapnel in their skin. Take it out patch them up make sure they don't go to sleep. I'll be back for them." Titus slapped Episia on the mandible a couple of times before turning on his heel and going into a run over to the injured diplomat. Tacticus quickly called for Numso and gave him the same information Titus had given him. He began picking metal fragments out of her chest plate and arms most of which had drawn blood, all the while talking to her and attempting to get responses. They both luckily started to come out of their dazed states shortly after but both were having troubles hearing. "Hey hey hey hey, don't go to sleep on me right now you're almost out of it. Come on just stay awake a few more minutes, you'll be fine soon just stay awake." Tacticus was yelling as he applied medi-gel and Episia started slipping back into a near coma state. Luckily she improved again and Tacticus finished patching her up and just started talking to her. Eventually he talked her onto her feet and found her weapon for her. Confidant she would be ok to go when they moved out, just to be sure though he planned to stay with her till they actually moved and Cactus would move to the front of the group again. Meanwhile, Sura had approached the Geth with a request. "Avatar if you have accesses to the cameras could you check the corridors around the ambush site? I had one of my cabalists that I lost contact with when we we're ambushed. She's probably dead but I would like to be sure."	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,443	30	83	739	6,473	As the injured were being treated, the Turian male diplomat slowly started to step forward towards his wounded fellow diplomat. He had been disoriented by the explosion and was just now beginning to get over the ringing in his ears. When he finally started to recognize the severity of her injuries, he started to grow visibly more panicked, moreso than one would expect for an injured stranger. He started to breathe more quickly, and shake his head slightly. “Oh no. No…no..no.” He started to mutter, mostly to himself. While he was gaining his bearings, he heard several of the others shouting at Donny, blaming him for the explosion. Suddenly, his expression became intensely furious. He clenched his hands into fists and stomped up to the Human. “Wait, it was you? YOU did this? You…” He shouted. The Turian looked as if he was going to strike Donny, but was distracted when a transmission started to be broadcast through the station. The audio played over the station’s intercom, while video was being played on some of the undamaged holographic screens on the walls of the room. As well, the message was also being broadcast openly on a signal that any omni-tool could pick up. It appeared to be a live-feed from the meeting room from which they had escaped minutes ago. The diplomats and guards who had not escaped were now lined up on their knees, with several of the black-armored soldiers standing behind them with their weapons at the ready. Just over half of the thirteen prisoners were Human soldiers, while the rest were diplomats, primarily Turian and Quarian, with a single Salarian at the end of the line. In front of them, facing the camera, was the Asari who had appeared to have been leading them during the ambush. With a look of determined confidence in her eyes, she began to speak. ”People of Ancora, your saviors are here, and we have arrived to resounding success. Even now, my fleet is ravaging the ships of your invaders, and will soon smash their encampment on your world. The Citadel Council has saw fit to assimilate your world, the home which you built from nothing, into their bloated and dying empire. They left your ancestors to their fates, but now expect you to hand over all you have to them. They would call it progress, they would call it justice, but I would call it war. I would call it oppression; I would call it tyranny. The Council prides itself on having the force that defeated the Reapers, but here and now, we have shown they can be resisted. They can be defeated. Join our fight; join our struggle… The Asari said, pausing for a brief moment as she signaled to the soldiers behind her. Without hesitation, all of them fired on the prisoners, executing all thirteen and painting the ground with various colors of blood. ”And all who stand against you will meet the same fate.” It was a short message, but the room was silent for a few moments after it had concluded, apart from the moaning of the wounded. The Turian diplomat still appeared angry, but was now too overcome with fear to act, at least for the moment. Avatar understood that the message seemed to be designed at least partially to intimidate the remaining Council forces aboard the station, but it was unmoved from its task. While the message had been playing, Avatar had gained access to the local functions of the station. Immediately, it locked down most of the security doors and simultaneously examined all of the camera feeds it could access at once. It reset every security password to randomized strings of numbers and letters 25,600 characters in length, each, after modifying the code to allow for longer passwords. It would not be able to access the functions of the console remotely, but it could delay the station’s VI from being able to revert its changes. “This console does not possess camera access for that section of the station, and I do not see any other Cabal soldiers in the camera feeds I can access. However, I have locked down all security doors in this section of the station except for those leading to the airlocks. I have also detached and sabotaged the docking clamps which were holding the Human shuttle in place. It is now free to leave. Currently, allied Human forces are alive, but are close to engaging an enemy force guarding the airlocks which outnumber them. I recommend warning them to hold position until we can reach them.” Avatar explained. For the entire time since the end of the fighting, the Turian civilian had not grown silent. If anything, she had become more panicked. She was still clasping her head in her hands and sobbing, now more loudly than before. As well, one of the Turians Avatar had shot, and a few in the hallway outside the room, had not been killed immediately by their wounds. They were all in serious condition, and while they were no longer a threat, they were still very much alive. They were bleeding profusely and groaning from the intense pain of their injuries. The one inside the room was begging for help as his armor, and the skin underneath, had been split open quite visibly. None of the wounded hostiles were likely to survive without medical attention, and based on the severity of their wounds, they would die slowly.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,444	30	84	2,025	3,680	Voira gave a slightly strained smile to Solares. "We've survived much worse, believe us. Remind us sometime later to tell you how terrible an idea it is to charge straight into the teeth of the Elcor military." She only gave a brief glance to the human and the remaining Turian diplomat. As long as he wasn't trying to attack Raa she was perfectly fine with it. The Asari's eyes snapped to the screens and she had a bad feeling sweep through her at the sight of the captive soldiers and diplomats. You don't line up prisoners like that if you just want to show them off. And they haven't been all that concerned about our safety thus far. Her certainty something bad was going to happen was only increased as the bitch on the screen began to talk. Right around when the Asari began spouting something about the Council priding itself on beating the Reapers ,Yes, lets ignore all the other races and terminus system soldiers and mercs that helped. Voira thought acidly followed quickly by Goddess RK is rubbing off on me., was when the mercenary gently but firmly grabbed Raa's head and made her look at her. "Look at us. Keep your eyes on ours. Trust us, you don't want to see what happens next." In an attempt to protect the Quarian from even the sound, she created a couple dense barriers around Raa's ears. Only when the screens shut down did she let Raa go. Voira looked critically at the Turian inside the room, listening to his cries for help and the moans of the others outside. Instinctively, her shot hand reached for a pistol while her other hand began to yank out shrapnel in a an absent minded fashion(hissing slightly as she yanked the one in her flesh out). However, rather than shooting the downed enemy, Voira looked at Raa and sighed. "We'll take care of them. No, we won't shoot them. Stay here with Solares. That means you stay put too Solares. Don't think we didn't see you get thrown about by that shockwave." With that she took a deep breath, wincing at the pain it caused, and walked over to the begging Turian. "Shut up. If it was up to us, you'd be dead. As it is, we're wasting medi-gel to spare your miserable life. Use it well. We don't give third chances." With a practiced precision, Voira applied her store of Medi-gel to the worst of the wounded areas. Standing up, she glared at the rest of the room. "No one kill him. Otherwise we just wasted our medi-gel and we will take it from whoever kills him. That also goes for his compatriots, whom we're going to fix outside." Leaving the room, she used her medi-gel and what basic practices she could to give the turians less pain as they died. She didn't have enough to completely heal them, but she gave them a chance. Or at least a more peaceful death. Returning to the room and Raa's side a few minutes later, picking up her assault rifle and storing it on her back as she did so, she spoke. "Before you ask, yes we're out of Medi-gel. No, you can't give us any of yours."	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,445	30	85	1,445	9,375	The battle was over... But not without repercussions. This room was much smaller then Donny realized. He knew his mine had an effective blast radius of 5 meters, but he didn't think that this room had so much shrapnel. He looked behind himself and noticed a few of the turian diplomats had been hit with the splash. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't find it within himself to justify his actions. When the turian walked up to him Donny knew what he was going (Or wanted) to do. He wasn't going to stop him. But it never came. Something worse happened. There was an announcement over the intercoms. A video was displayed on the holoscreens in the room. There Donny saw the Asari, and some prisoners. He saw Alexander, Brendan, and Harriette. "No... God please... Not them... Not this..." Anger and sorrow built up inside Donny as he watched and heard the scene unfold. He saw as the enemy gunned down his fellow soldiers and everyone else. Donny's hands balled into a fist, and in a rage he punched a nearby wall with his biotic power, creating a sizable breach. "THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!" Donny was trying to understand was was going on, but with little anvil. He could only make guesses and generalizations. The entire situation reeked of a false flag operation, and this display only hammered it in. For the diplomats to "Suddenly" be called in for an early meeting, only to be "Suddenly" attacked by unknown assailants, who are then "Suddenly" stopped by increasingly unknown saviors. And worse still, those saviors killed the diplomats and Donny's fellow soldiers. This just made more enemies for Donny and the others to contend with. He hoped that maybe the civvies on this ship weren't so foolish as to actually believe any of this, but at the same time Donny isn't even sure how the communications are panning out. He received no word from Alexander prior to his capture, nor one from Aman or Rosemary. Seraph has been unnervingly quiet, so immediately Donny called her. "Feathers this is Dong, do you read me? Did you see that display? Over." A chilling minute passed before Donny heard a voice. "Affirmative. We... We saw that... Briar and Scope told us that Steak stayed behind when they were ambushed. Grease and Clockwork... They were captured when they went to override the lockdown on the hanger area. Donny, what is your status?" It was one of those moments were Donny felt like minutes were taking hours. He was dizzy. He was angry. He wanted to cry. He wanted to hide. He wanted to kill everyone in this room. But right now he needed to talk. "Honestly, I don't know. I... I just want to go home... Feathers, I don't know what your position is but stay put and stay out of sight. I'm going to try to bring some back up over as quickly as possible. We can't stay on this ship. We... I'm coming. Over and out." Donny maintained radio silence and looked at the others. He suddenly didn't trust them anymore. He was the sole human amongst aliens, aliens who wanted to kill him. Why would they want to do that? What is their purpose? What do they hope to achieve? He thought he was coming to to help mend relationships with the counsel species, not go to war with them. Donny was shaken, and barely operating mentally. There was so much going on in his head, and only one thing he knew to drive him forward. "I need to go. Now. My team is down three soldiers and now we have an idea of what we're up against. Whoever they are, they have control over the ship, and assuming they aren't lying, the space around the station as well. I... I don't know what else there is for us to do. You see what they do to prisoners. I know a lot of you don't like me. You likely think I'm a fool, that I might end up killing you through my actions, and I'd agree with you. So... Do whatever you want now. Go find your own escape, try to come with me... Whatever." Donny didn't even stop to break down the enemy equipment. He simply made sure all his weapons were ready before he walked towards the docking bay. His helmet hide his thousand yard stare. He moved slowly, carefully, but had his weapon ready, finger hovering right outside the trigger guard. But he was also ready to of a charge at the first threat he'd see. At this point, he didn't care about collateral anymore. They were all as good as dead if they can't make it off the station. And he'd rather die fighting, then to be captured, tortured, and the executed for reasons unknown.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,446	30	86	799	7,421	There was only one word to describe Raa’s awareness state to her surroundings and that was...Numb. Everything not directly in contact with her felt more surreal and dreamlike than she expected. Her mind relaxing enough to fall into a delayed shock from the transpiring events, finally letting them sink in as she looked briefly down at her bloodied hands. Blue stained everything from her sleeves to her front, covering her in the Turian’s blood, while she tried to recount what she just did. For a heart stopping moment, Raa’s mind went blank. Not even panic managed to edge into her awareness and that was a cause for worriment. Gently, the little Quarian felt herself puppeted by Voira. The Asari led the way though Raa could barely register where exactly, her feet edging one in front of each other. She looked like a small child who was still learning to walk. She let Voira lead her away from the gurgling and bleeding Turian crumbled in the opposite corner, her expression blank when they finally reached the weapons locker. Her ear barely heard the Turian diplomat about to rip into Donny over his last action, something about the explosion, before she sank down against the wall. Her own suit still bore the marks of what she had attempted to achieve while she tried to purge her memory. It didn’t help she couldn’t clean her suit and each time she looked down, her eyes caught the telltale signs from the gravely wounded diplomate. She started to shake. She was fairly sure her medical care wasn’t enough to save the female and she couldn’t help worry her good intentions might’ve just made things worse. What if she had killed the Turian instead? Raa’s breath made a sharp intake, her rhythm hollow and steady, her eyes stared into the far wall. She leaned against the weapons locker, currently letting the cold metal chill her flesh. It wasn’t helping her much. Her naked head continued to lean up against cold machine and weapons storage, watching quietly the Turian medic arrive. The male immediately jumped to mending her hasty job, his attention focused on increasing the diplomat's survival. Raa felt a sinking disappointment sink in. In the back of her mind, Raa couldn't help but wonder if she made it much worse when she should’ve just left it alone. Raa's attention was taken when she heard Solares inquire about her status. Weakly she swallowed her nerves and looked to him, her eyes dulled in her shock, and nodded. "Yeah...I think I am. I just… feel strange.” She didn't even mention she needed to get clean. That was the last thing on her mind right then while she curled tighter, her arms wrapped about her legs and trying to make herself smaller. Her chin sat upon her knees and looked ahead. At least until she jumped at hearing a feminine voice boom over the intercom. It interrupted the Turian's attempt to rip into Donny as the Asari started what sounded like an excuse for taking the station hostage, her voice commanding and firm in her words. It frightened Raa on an instinctive level to listen to it. Whether Voira sensed her terror building or knew what was going to happen, Raa would never know.Her head was taken in her guardian's hands as she pushed Raa’s face to look into her. This was enough to increase the Quarian’s fear. She let her eyes linger into the Asari’s as Voira’s words reached through her haze, dread clawing within Raa’s heart at predicting what was coming. Tears were already budding to her eyes when tingling collected at her ears, muffling the shots of gunfire, causing her to whimper in reaction. Her hands seemed to have clasped over her ears alongside Voira’s, trying to help block out the sound even further. She was trembling when it all ended. Her mind knowing deep down what happened and her face buried itself into the weapons locker side, tears pouring freely along her cheeks in her struggle not to break out crying. She knew her supervisor, a kind hearted but firm boss, had been among those slaughtered. She spoke through her quivering voice words they were all thinking. “Is that what ‘savoirs’ do now? Murder innocents who yet to do hurt them and call it justice?” She wanted this day to be over. To go home, curl up on her bed and pretend this never happened. A pleasant thought and desire, but one of pure ashes and impossible for a reality. No matter how much she feverishly wished it, this day has already happened and it would never be undone. Raa settled into the metal, partly hoping she could merge with it and vanish, when she sensed Voira look at her. Lifting her eyes upward, she noted the Asari sigh then order her to stay put with Solares. Raa nodded weakly again as she leaned back into the wall. She doubted she had any will left to move let alone follow Voira into the hallway where more corpses were lying there, their sightless eyes staring. The thought made the Qaurian shudder inside. Several minutes later, her eyes spotted Voira come back to her side after tending to the one inside with them. Raa couldn’t help but notice her friend’s figure was covered in fresh blood. Her eyes widened to stare at Voira and her skin paling, unable to think clearly. “What? No, you know I can’t let you go without medi-gel.” Her voice rose a few octaves, her mind ripping itself back in the topic, her body struggling to rise. “What if you got hurt or worse, what then Voira? Who’s going to keep me safe? No, you need medi-gel.” Already her hand went to her omnitool to transfer a portion of her own supply, likely enough for two people, over to Voira. She stopped when her ears finally caught Donny’s words. He was stressed, confused and reckless. She watched him waltz out of the room and head into one of the directions, unable to bring herself to follow after him again. It was challenge to just remain upright as it was since the adrenaline high had long since died. Now she was feeling the aftermath. “We have to go after him as we’re not ready and he’s going to get himself killed.” Raa stated, quietly. Her head had followed the man’s wake and inwardly considered going after though she wouldn’t get far.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,447	30	87	2,025	3,680	Voira was perfectly willing just to let the human go. If he wanted to get killed by his own actions, it was no problem with her. He had already caused more injuries than all the enemies combined. Raa, however, was not and seemed intent upon both giving up her Medi-gel and following him. The Asari couldn't allow her to do either. Voira sat next to the Quarian, hugging her gently. "The Cabalists and Avatar can go after him. Solares too, if he likes. You're going to stay here and recover, and then we'll go. We'll get medi-gel from whoever we can." She was quiet for a moment, then spoke with a gentleness most people wouldn't have expected the fiery and aggressive Asari to possess. "You're going to be okay Raa. You helped save the Turian's life, and the medic will make sure she makes it. You're going to get through this, it's normal to feel numb after so much death." She didn't add that she had long since gotten used to seeing it and was abnormal in that regard as well. She released Raa with only one arm, using the other to untie the blanket tied around her shoulder. "While we clean you up as much as possible, tell us the schematics for the Yasis, serial 4505, Class C ships. Like the one your grandfather worked on with Devryn for Tevura." The baby blanket was in surprisingly clean, and Voira fully planned on ruining it. She began to wipe the blood off of Raa, one arm still hugging her.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,448	30	88	134	1,314	Solares opened a private channel for Voira so the two of them could talk without any interruption. “I have no doubt both of you have survived worse, to my surprise you two make an incredibly strong and inseparable team.” said Solares as he very carefully and gently picked out pieces of metal debris from Voira’s armor with his hands, dropping them onto the now discolored floor beneath her. “I am still concerned for everyone’s physical and mental health after what just happened though. I know five of us, including myself, can handle the stress and pressure from war but it seems Donny and Raa are not faring well after what just happened. Did Raa ever go through heightened stress and situational combat training?” There was a short awkward pause, he knew the answer was no just by the way Raa had reacted to the first fight alone. “That was a stupid question wasn’t it? Once all of this is over and she has healed fully both mentally and physically, my mate and I will help her via the Turian Special Forces training regiment. I personally think that this is a great idea and opportunity for her, it will improve upon her mentality when in combat situations such as what just happened and traumatic events.” The medic and Special Forces solider looked Voira in the eyes then spoke once more, a serious tone in his voice. “You and I both know that the Galaxy is a cold, harsh, ruthless, and vicious place where one must learn to fend for themselves. I care for Raa just as much as you do, and only want her to be well equipped for whatever may happen out here in the galaxy.” Having put in his opinion and having a private chat with Voira, he sat down next to Raa and guarded her, still feeling as if he had been hit by a large truck due to the shockwave. “I don’t agree with being stuck here while you heal Cabal but I will do what you say for now.” Solares watched Voira leave before re-positioning himself in front of Raa and removing his helmet so that she could see his face. “Hey Raa, concentrate on me and let’s have a chat alright?” it was clear she was in shock, thankfully it wasn’t as severe as he thought it was going to be. He lightly ruffled her hair before bending down on both of his knees and quickly looking her over for any injuries. Glancing back up and holding eye contact, he spoke “Do you remember that one time we were taking a walk in the presidium with Voira and I lost my footing then fell into the lake below? I said it was deliberate but you knew it was a mistake, I can faithfully say that there are indeed no fish in that lake.” Holding someone’s attention while they were in shock is important so that they do not focus on the traumatizing events. Donny then had a mental break down shortly after, tossing all logical decisions and thoughts out of the airlock for an unknown reason, then slowly turned and left the hallway. “Someone take care of Donny and talk to him, I am busy over here for the love of all things.” Solares turned back to Raa and kept a close eye on her until Voira returned. When she finely did return she took a seat next to Raa, and Solares sat on the other side of her, adding positive comments whenever he could. Pushing himself up onto his feet, he offered Raa a hand to help her stand. “If you require it, I can carry you to the shuttle bay Raa.”	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,449	30	89	739	6,473	The reaction of Avatar’s allies to the situation was not ideal. Donny’s misjudgment as to the yield of his explosive, coupled with the emotions brought about by witnessing the execution on the screens around them, caused him to behave irrationally. He quickly began to leave without ensuring that his allies were following. Voira had elected to use her medi-gel to treat the injured hostiles, and while Avatar recognized it to be a humane action, there was a strong possibility that they could require those medical supplies to treat their own wounded. As well, Raa seemed to be enduring acute mental stress, though it did not know exactly which event had provoked it. As Avatar was quickly attempting to determine the best course of action, it heard Voira attempting to calm Raa. The Asari was the individual best-suited for that task, but her plan was potentially dangerous. Avatar understood the desire to keep non-combatants out of the firefights, but the safety of the security room could not be guaranteed. Avatar had locked down most of the security doors in the area, but the schematics did not indicate that any of them were more durable than the doors the enemy had breached minutes ago. The enemy could break through by force if hacking was unsuccessful. While Solares seemed to be comforting Raa, Avatar quickly approached Voira. “Warning; this course of action is not recommended. Hostile forces are capable of breaching the security doors, so they will not be stopped entirely. We will likely reach the airlocks before they can follow, but that assumes we move quickly. Additionally, I do not have control over the Human shuttle itself. It is currently free to leave at any point, but the Human forces on the station are yet to reach it. If we clear hostile forces near the airlocks and reach the shuttle, the pilot is likely to follow the orders of the Human ambassador and may leave before non-combat personnel have time to reach the shuttle from this room. Human forces aboard the station have demonstrated a willingness to abandon allied forces in stressful situations.” It warned.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,450	30	90	507	626	Things began to slow down and fatigue began to set in for everyone as the fighting had been near constant since the ambush. They really needed to leave this place soon before the rebels regrouped and managed pick off each group individually. After picking a piece of shrapnel out of his mandible and making sure the two that had been close enough to the blast to receive concussions were good to go he made his way over to Titus as Sura wanted to know if they could reasonably move the diplomat. It was in the nick of time to as Titus called for someone to help him. He walked by the Turian diplomat still on his feet biting his fingers at the idea of his friend laying on the group dying. Tacticus knelt down next to the Turian women just as she was being rolled over onto her side. "Alright on three I'll yank the tube out. She'll try to claw at the opening in her chest. Keep her from doing that so I can close her up." Tacticus nodded and grabbed the free arm of the diplomat firmly as she struggled to breath. The count down started three...two....one. When he slid out the bloody makeshift tube the diplomat used all of her strength to try and push Tacticus off. Luckily he was much stronger than her and grabbed her other arm as she tried to flail it. She inhaled sharply and was kicking her legs around. Titus quickly went to work applying medi-gel to the inside of her lungs and then to the incision that had been made. Once she started breathing correctly Titus quickly went to work on calming her down. Cactus looked at the scar on her chest and realized that the Quarian had been less than an inch from her heart with that incision. This diplomat could have easily just been killed. Deciding against saying anything Titus informed him he could take care of her and that they could move now if they needed. Getting up Cactus saw the Human run out the door like he had seen death. He guessed he felt guilty for almost killing multiple of their own people. "Where is he going..." Tacticus said semi aloud. Shortly after that the Asari said she wanted to stay here in this room with the Quarian. If he didn't know better he would have thought that these people wanted to die. He went over to the Geth and the other two gathered around the Quarian now. When the Geth finished telling them what their best chance was and what was likely to happen Cactus chimed in "I somehow don't doubt that they would leave without us, considering he did...again. Look if you guys want to stay here and die that's fine. But we can move the diplomat now and we will be taking the rest of the civies with us to that shuttle. If we have too we can subdue the Human pilot. I... can drive the shuttle." Sura then walked up behind him. "Guess all that time you should have been sleeping is going to pay off. I don't trust the Human pilot regardless of what happens." She then turned to the rest of the group. "Look, I know that we're tired and want this to be over but we arn't out of here yet. I really hope you three will be on that shuttle with us. Geth, I'm going to assume you like your platform or whatever and want to get out of here to. Quarian, whatever your name is you just saved one of our diplomats and I'm grateful for that. But we do need to move...now." Sura walked away from the group quickly and began barking orders at the rest of the Cabal to get ready to move. Then quickly making her way over to the remaining diplomats and telling them something similar. "Let's get the hells out of here." Tacticus said as he readied his weapon and then hustled over to the now forming up cabal.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,451	30	91	799	7,421	Despite her best attempts, Raa wasn’t able to bring herself to stand. Each time she tried, her bones seemed to be made of goo and crumbled underneath her, bring her back down onto her small ass. Slowly frustration and weariness washed over her. Her attempts were draining her of more and more energy then she thought they would. Finally, Raa gave up. She crumbled back into her sitting position, inwardly hating her weakness. Out of all them, she had bare done anything useful but it didn’t feel that way. Every part of her ached like she had ran over a thousands miles and puzzled together a complicated machine, all at the same time, leaving her just wanting to rest for a while. It wasn’t until Solares had asked Raa a question did she realize where he was, blinking a bit in surprise. Naturally, she eager to focus on something else, and nodded her yes. Mandibles twitching in pleasure at her answer, Solares lightly ruffled her hair and sat on his knees bring his face to her level. It was enough to bring a small, light smile to her violet lips. She looked confused at his eyes scanning her for injuries. He of course didn’t find any. Out of all of them, though she was covered in blood, she was the least injured. Not a scratch on her thanks to Voira. When his eyes fixed on her face, she looked him deeply into the eyes giving him and focused on his face. Her mind drifting between the image presented to her and memories of their last interaction, unable to place what was different in comparison. Something had changed or maybe it was because of recent events. The Turian paused to shout about Donny’s outburst, her mind recalling her earlier mention of stopping him briefly, before she was distracted again by Solares. Raa’s head turned to her side when Voira settling in beside her, shifting slightly to make room for her friend. The Asari’s arms engulfed her, pulling her thin figure into a tight hug. Instinctively she leaned into the affectionate touch and soaked up the support, her bones becoming a slightly bit firmer thanks to it. She listened to Voira’s words reason with her though she disagreed with her friend deeply. Voira wouldn’t take any medi-gel from the others, she was too proud and generous. At times, Raa got the impression her friend held a strong belief she was invincible and it scared the Quarian inside. One of these times, Raa feared Voira would end up dead. She couldn’t stop her fingers from curling into fists, digging into her palms. Raa didn’t stop the blood being dabbed off by Voira and focused on what the Asaria had asked, her mind tracing into her favorite topic. So absorbed into the conversation, eager to leave her old thoughts behind her, the Quarian started to ramble quickly without fighting. When Voira finished cleaning her up, Solares rose to his feet. He paused and held out his hand for her to take, offering to carry her. Raa shook her head then politely declined. “No, I’m fine. I promise though I might take you up on that offer later when I completely collapse. I don’t have any immune boosters on me as they are all back at my assigned room. So in an hour or two, I’ll become rather sick because I’ve not adjusted to the environment. Even RK’s monitoring and aid can only do so much before I’m not able to move.” She gingerly worked her way to her feet and stumbled, her legs refusing to cooperate with her determination to walk. Raa collided with Solares which managed to kept her from crashing into the floor. “Sorry.” She mumbled hastily when she caught sight of the Cabalists approaching them. Raa leaned a bit on Solares, not sure her feet would hold her, as the first one was unnecessarily blunt. Her fingers tightened on her friend’s arm and her face paled, her tongue too thick within her mouth to speak. She just wanted this to be over and home… Raa’s thoughts were broken when the female Turian leader spoke in a much softer matter. As much as the Quarian wanted to take a breather, it was impossible. The terrorists would keep coming and coming until they were all dead, her mind never doubting that. It was the only end that was certain in her mind. Before Sura left, RK snapped in a sharpish voice from her omnitool. “The Quarian’s has a name, Turian. It’s Raa’Kina…”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,452	30	92	2,025	3,680	Voira couldn't help a smile as Raa began to ramble on, glancing only briefly at Solares to acknowledge she heard him. He might have had the benefit of a helmet too cover his words, but she certainly didn't and stressing Raa more by the idea of going into Turian Special Forces training wasn't something that needed to happen right now. She would talk to Raa about it later, after they've all survived this and actually had time to collect themselves. Or, in Raa's case, recovering after becoming disturbingly and cripplingly sick. She sighed as Avatar strode up to her and spoke. She knew it was the truth but damn it Raa needed time. The Asari was worried what would happen if they just kept pushing her, especially now that she was on a ticking time clock. But the only thing keeping the humans from abandoning them all on the station had just quickly left them all behind in a shell shocked state. Voira wasn't so naive to believe the humans wouldn't abandon the rest of them in favor of saving their own diplomat. Voira rose with the Quarian, smiling slightly as she had to lean on Solares. This smile was quickly turned to a scowl as the first Turian spoke. She glared at him, keeping her thoughts to herself. You should stick too shooting things. The more you talk, the more we realize you're not good at anything else...then again, neither are we. She gave a slightly grateful smile to the Cabalist's leader. "Easy RK. She's doesn't mean it as an insult. We're pressed for time." She refocused on the latest Turian to speak to them. "Don't worry. We'll follow, and we won't be late." She couldn't stop herself from adding one more comment, a suggestion more than anything. "Tell your friend to shut his mandibles when it comes to diplomacy, or anything that doesn't require shooting, threatening, or insulting. He's worse at it than we are. In fact, he seems to be fucking terrible at it." Voira looked at Solares. "Shall you keep Raa up, and we'll do the shooting, or will wee keep Raa up and you do the shooting? Being left behind isn't high on our list of 'things to do', just behind 'being shot by the enemies'."	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,453	30	93	1,445	9,375	Donny moved briskly and quietly. He spotted a few soldiers, but he didn't engaged them and waited for them to pass unnoticed. He could see signs of combat with burn marks and blood splatter dotting the halls and floor. Assuming that he and his crew were the only humans here (Unlikely since he did notice some humans he didn't recognized in the video) he figured his team had gone this direction. His thoughts lingered on nothing but getting to his team: He couldn't afford to think what had happened to Alexander. What could have easily have happened to him. "Feathers this is Dong, over. I'm en route to your positions. Location?" In a quiet voice that told Donny that they were trying to hide. "We have taken two rooms, a storage closet and what appears to be a service entrance. Meet with us for more intel. Over." Donny nodded his head despite being alone and continued onwards. He knew he was heading in the right direction when there were less splatter and marks to guide potential enemies to their location. Even if it was away from the airdocks, it would be better to bunker somewhere where they wouldn't find them rather then get too close to their objective and compromise their safety. Donny still held his weapon ready, in the event that he meets up with unexpected enemies but careful not to accidentally shoot his ally. Soon he found the location of his allies and made his presence known over the radio. They had locked the doors, a smart move, hopefully none of the enemies would think to search them or blow the doors up. "Feathers this is Dong, I'm outside your location." The door opened and Donny quickly moved inside. There he saw Seraph, Yoaso, and Eleanore sitting near the wall. And despite being a civvie, Eleanore had a pistol in her hands. "What's the situation?" Nodding her head Seraph brought up her Omnitool, creating a 3d layout of the airdocks. "There are approximately 30 enemy personnel guarding the airdocks. 10 turian, 10 vorchas, 4 krogans, six human and/or asari. Most of the turians are posted near the ships and the vorchas are patrolling the area. Three krogan in the bay area, one near the entrance, another that leads the vorchas, one that is with the turians and another operating the terminal to override the locks. The rest patrol in and out of the docking bay. Our ship, fortunately, is still operational and has not been compromised. We also noticed two Interceptor class starships, both of Alliance make. There are other ships located around the airdocks that will not be obstructions to out escape, but may provide cover for us and the enemy." Seraph looked at Donny. There was a certain sadness in her eyes, one that Donny had. Neither had expected or wanted any of this to happen. taking a deep breath she told him their plan. "Before... Before Tristan and Henriette captured, they were trying to disable the locks leading out of the docks. Even if we get to our ship we can't get out without overriding those locks. Currently they are being controlled through this console, however they also knew that any command prompt could be overwritten through the master control. We need someone to hack that console long enough to get us out of there. If possible, we could try to get someone capable to pilot those interceptors as well. If not, we need to disable them to ensure that they aren't used against us. But..." Looking away from each other they knew what the issue was. Between all of them, they had the firepower to take on the twenty guards if they fought tactically and used the element of surprise. With time they could even fortify the docks and hold their position until they could get out some sort of distress signal. And they'd need it, because none of them knew how to bypass the system keeping them stuck there. Aman had some expertise on sabotaging machines and vehicles, however that was mostly useful against synthetic enemies. And they weren't certain how useful destroying the console was going to be. "I... We should wait. There's.... There's others who may be able to help. Maybe. I've already informed you of the turians who came with me. What about the one who came with you? Uh... Ruvea?" "He was injured, but alive. Got shot in the leg after they took Steak. Tofu was looking over the wound, making sure he's ready to fight if the need arises." Tofu was Yoaso code name, biotic and designated medic. Good to know he made it out alive. The tension was high but this was the only option they had. Short of the alliance flying by to rescue them, they didn't know what else they could do. "The others... Should be arriving soon. Oh! We have a geth with us, he managed to shut down the locks keeping the ship in. We just need to get to the ship now, fly out of here. Makes things simpler for us. I'll stand watch and look out for them. Once they're here we can fill them in on what's going on. Sound good?" Seraph nodded her head and set Donny on their way. It was a bit funny now that he thought about it. Seraph was hardly the most intimidating member of the crew, but assuming she simply wasn't relying information to him perhaps she has stepped up for the role of leadership. She at least seemed like the type who could think on her feet better then Donny could. He returned to the hall, careful to remain hidden, while waiting and watching for the others. He honestly didn't expect any of them to show up. He'd give them about ten minutes. If no one shows up before ten minutes he'll assume they aren't coming, and tell everyone else they're dead.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,454	30	94	739	6,473	The group did not wait long after Donny left to take action. Once they were agreed, they set out towards the airlocks along the path Avatar had specified. With most of the security doors in the area locked down, any pursuers would be slowed sufficiently to prevent them from interfering before they could reach the airlocks. As there was little risk of being flanked, the diplomats followed their guards from behind, though their pace was somewhat slowed. The female Turian diplomat could walk, but with her leg injury, only with support, which the male diplomat offered. She was now breathing, but it was strained. If she could not reach a proper medical facility, her life could still be in danger from her wounds. As Avatar had observed through the cameras, there was evidence that there had been fighting in some of the hallways they passed through, but currently, the only enemy force in this section of the station was in the airlocks. However, they would be facing a large enemy force of 29 hostiles consisting both of local militia, and the Asari’s soldiers, based on the camera recordings Avatar was reviewing as they moved along. Even once they rejoined with the Human forces, they would be considerably outnumbered. Avatar led the way, as it had saw the location where the Humans were hiding. They had locked the door to the room, so to avoid startling them, Avatar spoke through the radio channel that Donny was still connected to. “Allied forces are outside the door, alert Human forces to our presence.” It warned, waiting for Donny’s response before proceeding inside.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,455	30	95	799	7,421	Raa braced, her body tensed and eyes immediately closed. she was expecting the backlash after RK’s comment and knew the target would her directly. As much as RK was protective of her, Raa sometimes wished her AI would hit the mute button, saving her from serious trouble. After a moment she heard Voira scold the AI for her snappish tone than confirm they would follow. When Raa thought it was going to be alright, Voira then added an unnecessary comment about the earlier Turian. It was enough to cause her to whip her head about to stare at the Asari in shock. It was clear she thought her friend was willing trying to provoke their allies into doing what she didn’t want them to, and that was getting them shot! RK merely rolled her digital opticals as she became quiet. Still holding onto Solares, she overheard Voira ask him something. "Shall you keep Raa up, and we'll do the shooting, or will we keep Raa up and you do the shooting? Being left behind isn't high on our list of 'things to do', just behind 'being shot by the enemies'." Deep coloring crossed her cheeks at the thought of anyone carrying her as she piped up, her voice wobbly as her legs. “I can keep up, I promise.” RK chuckled. “You can barely stand yourself upright as it is, Raa. How do you manage to consider running too?” Raa frowned deeper at the truth being tossed in her face and lowered her head, trying to keep her blush at its lowest visibility. It didn’t seem to matter anymore. The Quarian sighed when Solares pulled lower, her arms wrapped about his neck, and hoisted her up into his arms. She felt her heart pause in its beat for a moment causing RK a bit of alarm before the overprotective AI relaxed, retracting her preparation to warn Voira immediately. Soon, they were off and ended up tailing the rest of the group at the back of the pack with the rest of the civilians. The wounded Turian diplomat was slung around the other Turian, his body helping her among despite her rasping breathing. It was clear she wouldn’t last very long unless she was properly taken care of. A guilt cracked into Raa’s heart to know her efforts weren’t fully helpful though she did manage to prolong the female’s life, rather than have her die there. Her head leaned down while her body bounced, listening in silence and hoped her immune system would hold out until they got off this hostile ship. Else she wasn’t going to be able to help anyone. With a quiet voice, she whispered to Solares. “Thanks for carrying me. I hope I’m not too heavy.”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,456	30	96	134	1,314	Giving Tacticus a semi-confused look, Solares responded to his question as best he could. “Donny lost his shit and had a mental break down after the execution. He then proceeded to explain to all of us in the middle of healing and saving lives that he was going to leave and attempt to try to find the rest of his squad or end up getting killed.” said Solares through his helmets com so only Tacticus could hear him before turning back to Raa. The young and stubborn Quarian who had just came out of her low level state of shock attempted to walk on her own without any assistance, which only lasted for a moment before she collided with Solares and his heavy armor. Giving Raa a concerned look, he took a moment to explain how serious being in shock was to her and how to behave for the time being so she could remain calm and help reduce the after effects of it. “I am not going to allow you to walk on your own, even with my assistance Raa. Thankfully you entered a low state of shock, level one of four, and it was not caused by any injuries which is also a stroke of luck on your part. There is Initial shock, which we found you in and is of little worry and tends to lead to the person passing out for a little while, a fight or flight induced subconscious nap if you will." "You do not have to worry about that because you are coming out of it but your nerves are still shot and I do not want you falling over or onto something or someone. So, I am going to pick you up gently and carry you in the military holding position until we get to the shuttle, and potentially afterwards if I see you need it. The trick to staying calm after shock is to focus on something else, and deep slow breaths, nothing to it." Picking up Raa was relatively easy, until that all too familiar pain from the explosion earlier ago came back, making it feel as if he had been hit by a truck. While hiding the pain he was experiencing, he responded to Raa. “You are very welcome Raa, I just hope you start to feel better soon." Solares followed behind the rest of the group while Raa rested in his arms, keeping an eye and an ear out for anything out of the ordinary. "Once this is over Raa.." Solares spoke in a soft voice so only she could hear him, "I think I am going to invite everyone over to my home upon the paradise world of Erathi, just throw a party and have fun for once in the last three years or so. What do you think, a good idea?"	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,457	30	97	2,025	3,680	Voira, giving an only slightly stiff nod in response to Solares simply carrying the Quarian, drew her assault rifle and took a deep breath and immediately winced at the increase in pain it caused. Need to get that fixed, as soon as we all get off of this ship. She thought, stepping forward so that she was ahead of the two. If there was a problem from behind them, she would be notified and able to turn around in an instant. Especially with RK. The Asari was oddly tense, her grip tightened on her gun, though that could be written off as having to do with their situation. They were one of the last members of the group going into increasingly hostile territory to get aboard a shuttle currently in the hands of another group that apparently had no problems leaving the rest of them behind. When we finally get off this ship, Voira decided, we're going to open the bottle of Ryncol and drink it in it's entirety. She didn't expect the humans to get very far if they tried to leave without them. Outnumbered and with no control over their local tech area (or so Voira assumed from Avatar not mentioning that while he was in the system), it would require desperation to force the humans into a dangerous attempt at seizing the shuttle. Voira itched to look back at Solares and Raa but continued to keep an eye out ahead of them, ignoring the constant pain mere breathing caused her. Solares would be able to protect Raa and RK would give them all ample warning if enemies came from behind them. Voira gritted her teeth at the idea, shaking her head. Goddess we need to shoot something. RK's voice hissed into Voira's earpiece, quiet and cut off from the others from hearing the conversation. "Can you stop being so jittery? Or could you be jealous because Solares is carrying Raa, and not you?" The AI had been watching and monitoring the Asari for a bit now, noticing the change in her. Her body temperature and hormonal changes were setting off alarm bells in RK's virtual brain as she recalled the signs of jealousy. It rarely ended well especially in high stress environment and last thing she wanted was Voira losing her head then taking it out on the group. Raa, in RK's mind, would follow the Asari despite her protests which annoyed the hell out of the AI. Voira didn’t jump as the AI spoke in her earpiece, but she scowled as the bitch decided to critique her body language. Her own response was equally quiet, if irritated. “We’re sorry we’re jittery about being in a hostile controlled environment, slowed down, and trying to catch up with a bunch of humans that could easily leave us behind if given the slightest chance. We’ll try to relax and pretend we’re on Ilium of something, would that make you feel better? Oh wait! We can’t relax given that we could be attacked at any moment by another larger group than us. We’ll stop being jittery when we’re off this ship or you stop being bitchy.” She ignored the latter question. “Nervous, my digital ass,” RK snapped, her tone clear she didn’t believe the Asari’s excuses, “ I know and have your nervousness on log, Voira. Nice try on the lie. Had I been an organic, or anyone else, than I might’ve fallen for it. Just keep your mind on the look out else I will tell Raa, and currently in this position, I can’t be stopped.” Voira would know the AI wasn’t bluffing because the Asari’s performance affected Raa’s survival, and if she had to blow Voira’s biggest secret than she would. Even at the cost of the Asari forever hating her more than she did now. It was worth the price. “So, will you now, using a human phrase, put your green eyed monster back in its box! Before I make you!” The Asari’s jaw, about to snap a retort to the AI, snapped shut as RK delivered her threat. Her muscles tensed with terror, and she only barely kept from glancing fearfully over her shoulder at Raa and Solares. She was certain the two of them had over heard the AI. As no accusations or bewildered questions came, however, Voira minisculy relaxed, bit by bit. “We will never let our nervousness get Raa hurt.” She hissed, hatred infusing her tone. “You just mind your own fucking business, and we’ll take care of ourselves.” It was with pathetic relief that she saw Avatar addressing the humans. Finally. Something to shoot. Violently.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,458	30	98	1,445	9,375	Shortly after Donny went out to watch for the others, the geth spoke through his comms. "Roger. With you guys our group is going to be too big to hide in the rooms, so I'm syncing our comms together. Feather's will fill you in on the details." Donny switched over to his team's comms and told them about the Geth and the others. Seraph gave him the confirmation to share their signal, and once they seemed properly hooked up she informed them of their objective. "This is Corporal Seraph Angelica, call sign Feathers. I have no doubt that there are those among you who outrank me in both experience and authority, however I must ask for your cooperation in order to succeed in achieving our objective. We are currently down to 9 combatants as well as one civilian VIP. I understand that you are also protecting a few yourselves. Our main objectives will be to escort them to our shuttle. There are exactly 29 enemies in the docking area, spread around and near cover as well as patrolling in and out of the docking area. We must do whatever we can to minimize the damage to the shuttle or we'll be forced to commandeer another one, and ours is the only one that could fit up to 30 passengers at a time. Additionally, there are two interceptor class space ships near the shuttle. We must either commandeer or destroy those; they will be useful for protecting the shuttle against pursuers, but if we cannot spare anyone to pilot them we must destroy them so they aren't used against us. Lastly, while the locks at the air docks have been lifted temporarily, we still need someone to open them once we are in the shuttle. Otherwise we'll be sitting ducks, and once we get inside there's no telling how long it'll take before the enemies lock us in and surround us." This message was broadcasted to everyone in the human crew as well as the Cabalist, Voria, Solares, Raa, and Avatar. Seraph also sent everyone a 3D map of the shuttle, as well as approximate location of the enemy and other things of note, such as command terminals and volatile materials. Giving everyone a moment to let Seraph's words sink in, she spoke again. "My group will provide covering fire and barriers as needed. We need to clear a safe path to the shuttle and eliminate any threat near it. Killing the hostiles in the areas is not our objective: Do it as we must, but we're not here to save the station. If any of you are injured, come see our medic immediately. We have plenty of Medigel and other supplies to ensure that you get out of here alive." Looking at the map Seraph gave them he could already map out a path of destruction. His personal barriers ought to be able to protect him from the worst of it, and now that he was with his team he knew he would have some help. Though he remembered that without Alexander, he was the sole Vandguard in his outfit. He'd be charging into battle alone. But that's what he'd have to do once the attack occurs. He gripped his knife and pulled it from his sheath. The darkened blade was hard to see in the shadows, but he could feel it's weight, it's sharpness, and it's history in his hands. This was the knife that fought against Reapers. Terrorist were nothing. "If there are any of you with stealth capabilities we'd like to you sneak in and get into position to attack the enemy from behind. Preferably any of those who are near the shuttle. Those with defensive capabilities I would suggest you stay with the VIP's to ensure their protection. Everyone else we need to shut down the enemy and prevent them from destroying the shuttle. I don't care how you do it. Any questions?"	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,459	30	99	507	626	As they moved through the hallways of the station it was oddly quite. The whole time Cactus felt like something would leap from an unseen corner and catch them all by surprise. That was always a possibility when you were moving fast. Someone doesn't clear a sector properly and everyone ends up dead because of it. Thankfully Avatar had shut off most of the was that intersected their path. It did not help his nervousness however and he was still ready to go at a moments notice. The rather uneventful trek became more interesting however when they began to push through an area where fighting had recently taken place Cactus began to clench his jaw in anticipation of being fired at. When Avatar stopped Tacticus's heart skipped a beat and he thought they were about to be attacked. When he simply asked Donny to inform the Humans they were there the wave of relief was incredible. When Ruvea came hobbling out of the room the humans were in Sura immediately dropped her gun and hugged him. "You bastard! Why haven't you been responding. When we get back you're on PT for the next year." Sura said quickly picking her weapon back up and regaining her commanding demeanor. "Oh you know I just got shot a few times. Comm piece got taken off when a bullet grazed my ear unfortunately" Ruvea pointed to a small but long grazing mark along his face. "You're alive and that's what matters. Everyone else can give you shit once we're out of here. Get back with the diplomats you're barriers are more useful there anyways. " Sura said as she moved up to the now open door. Just then the comms sprang to life with a Human womens voice. After she explained what the situation was and her plan was Cactus had to settle his anger quickly over the fact that they had left them in the first place. It's not the time he thought to himself. Once the Human finished her take on the situation Sura immediately responded on the comms. "No offense lady but you and your crew bailed on us earlier trying to save your own skin. You tell your people to get out here with your diplomat and to join the rest of the group. We are a cabal with the Turian military and per the treaties BOTH of our governments signed I outrank you. The plan is solid but me and my people train for these types of breaching scenarios. Give me Donny and we'll clear a path for you all. If you attempt to leave without us again you will be considered enemies of the Turian state and her clients. If we have an understanding let's go." Cactus was at a loss for words for a moment as Sura just took charge of the situation like that. She could kick everyone in the squad's ass but this was different. She seemed down right annoyed with the humans in this instance. Cactus looked to Numso since he was in the spear head of the group with him with wide eyed amazement. He mouthed "I know." to Cactus before putting his head back into the situation. Sura turned on her heel out of the room and looked at the group of cabalists. "We're doing a standard room clear here. Numso and Cactus, drop anyone with ranged weapons first. Everyone else, provide support and stay grouped and use your biotics to reach out and touch the bastards with the wrath of the spirit. Diplomats and Raa stay behind the spear and you'll make it out. If you panic and run away I cannot guarantee your safety. Are we clear?" The whole Cabal gave out a combined "yessir!" Before forming on her and readying their weapons as the diplomats nervously ran into place behind them.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,460	30	100	739	6,473	Avatar had been running simulations on different approaches to the situation, though it had only been able to run 468,298 instances of the coming firefight since it learned of Ruvea's injury. Overall, it could not determine within an acceptable margin of error which approach would be the most likely to succeed, but Sura's intentions of simply performing a standard room clearing operation was far from optimal. "Alert: a standard attack is not advisable. The probability that enemy forces are creating an ambush is approximately 96%. The Human pilots of the shuttle are still alive, and the shuttle has not been breached, but enemy forces are likely capable of doing so at any time, either with a security override, or explosives. Since they have not, it is probable they intended to use the shuttle as a lure for those who survived the initial ambush. Therefore, they will expect us to attempt to return to it. I recommend executing a non-standard plan of attack to confuse the defenders." Avatar explained. Activating its omni-tool, Avatar projected several camera recordings of the room, along with a simulated 3-D model it had created based on them which included the cover positions that enemy forces had deployed and their average distribution based on observed patrol routes. "The station VI has erased most of the virus I uploaded into the station's systems, but there is one file of consequence remaining which I concealed in the systems. When activated, it will divert all power in the airlocks towards emergency lighting, which will deactivate the primary lights, and overload the emergency lights. Are any combat personnel incapable of low-light vision?" It asked.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,461	30	101	799	7,421	Raa listened to Solares. She was still fiddling with the helmet he had passed her earlier as she tore out the ear piece, then inserted it into her inner ear. This allowed her to still hear the others without requiring the now useless and suffocating bulk, the air mask bit unrepairable. Her eyes tightened in her studying of his visor, her mind trying to determine if her gut was screaming liar. Sadly she failed, her vision unable to look past the darkened face piece and see his expression accurately. His body language was also hidden since she was currently being carried in his arms. His pace was slow and casual, keeping within the civilian group they were assigned to, while still tracking the Turian cabalists up ahead. His pace seemed off in the back of Raa’s mind but it could’ve been her stress from recent events. After all, according to Solares she was on the brink of temporary exhaustion period and that would likely affect her mind as well. At mention of a party, Raa smiled, a giggle starting up. “You need to ask your wife, Aviza, before you go partying all night. Else she’ll show you the meaning of pain if I recall the last time you had a wild party without informing her. “ Raa recalled Aviza’s last reaction to both Voira and Solares, the only one she wasn’t mad at was the younger Quarian. Thinking of Voira, Raa’s eyes shifted to view the Asari’s back. Naturally Voira had drawn her assault rifle and pulled to the group rear to lead the diplomats and civilians. Her eyes darted from end of the path to the other, seeking out potential threats, all the while keeping a steady pace between them. Something seemed to have upset her but Raa said nothing. She didn’t want to risk making the Asari’s mood worse, despite how much she wanted to ease over the hurt feelings. Of course Raa hadn’t heard the conversation RK and Voira had while she looked questioningly at the Asari’s relaxing posture shining through. They continued down the lengthy hallway, drawing closer to their destination: the ship bay. A Turian, an officer under Sura’s command, had edged out of his hiding place and was immediately embraced by his commander. She naturally scolded him much in a way Raa knew Voira scolded her when she did something stupid. Tenderly and firmly. While the two exchanged information, Raa leaned into Solares’s shoulder to let her own emotions settle knowing they were likely to be out of this nightmare shortly. Sura had just moved to the open doorway, when a human voice popped up when Raa listened to Solares’ reply. The Qaurian blinked in confusion, until she realized the source and who it might’ve been. Gently she pushed her earpiece and listened to the information. She was relieved someone else was alive, her mind still rattled from the hostages being executed though she never saw or heard any of it, while she absorbed it. "My group will provide covering fire and barriers as needed. We need to clear a safe path to the shuttle and eliminate any threat near it. Killing the hostiles in the areas is not our objective: Do it as we must, but we're not here to save the station. If any of you are injured, come see our medic immediately. We have plenty of Medigel and other supplies to ensure that you get out of here alive." When the voice paused, a 3D map popped up on her Omnitool. Raa stared at wonder over the model, knowing it pretty well, as she couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Though she knew she shouldn’t because of the danger and hostile threat baring down the smaller group. At any moment they could die and Raa still got excited over a ship. If she wasn’t distracted, then Quarian might’ve considered slapping herself for the silliness. Her mind returned to the mention of medical supplies and she couldn’t wondering outloud. “I wonder if they have immunoboosters I could use to keep my sickness at bay a little longer. It might help me later and prolong my collapse.” The voice continued. "If there are any of you with stealth capabilities we'd like to you sneak in and get into position to attack the enemy from behind. Preferably any of those who are near the shuttle. Those with defensive capabilities I would suggest you stay with the VIP's to ensure their protection. Everyone else we need to shut down the enemy and prevent them from destroying the shuttle. I don't care how you do it. Any questions?" Raa looked to Solares, and smiled sheepishly .She had shut off her ear piece then added what she knew. “Voira had me download a tactical cloak to hide. I can try to get into the-” Anything else was lost when Sura’s reply caught Raa’s attention. "No offense lady but you and your crew bailed on us earlier trying to save your own skin. You tell your people to get out here with your diplomat and to join the rest of the group. We are a cabal with the Turian military and per the treaty BOTH of our governments signed after the reaper war I outrank you. The plan is solid but me and my people train for these types of breaching scenarios. Give me Donny and we'll clear a path for you all. If you attempt to leave without us again you will be considered enemies of the Turian state and her clients. If we have an understanding let's go." Sura replied to the offered up plan, leaving the Quarian uneased at the tone and tension thickening among the group. Even her squad seemed a little shocked she had pointedly threatened the humans and demanding Donny’s assistance. She knew conflict and stress wasn’t going to help anyone. The one Turian that had nearly caused Raa to be shot gave one of his companions a look and received a mouthed phrased in exchange, showing Raa how uncharacteristic this was of their leader. Seemingly not through, Sura turned on her heel then barked more orders. "We're doing a standard room clear here. Numso and Cactus, drop anyone with ranged weapons first. Everyone else, provide support and stay grouped and use your biotics to reach out and touch the bastards with the wrath of the spirit. Diplomats and Raa stay behind the spear and you'll make it out. If you panic and run away I cannot guarantee your safety. Are we clear?" The other Turians bellowed out a ‘Yessir” as they scrambled to obey. Raa nodded, though she wasn’t sure how well she would do. Guns firing was one thing but watching people dying was another. She turned to Solares and smiled, adding her confidence into her next words. “I think I can walk now. The Turian diplomat will need help running and she falls behind, she’ll drag others with her.” Plans seemed to change when Avatar spoke up. "Alert: a standard attack is not advisable. The probability that enemy forces are creating an ambush is approximately 96%. The Human pilots of the shuttle are still alive, and the shuttle has not been breached, but enemy forces are likely capable of doing so at any time, either with a security override, or explosives. Since they have not, it is probable they intended to use the shuttle as a lure for those who survived the initial ambush. Therefore, they will expect us to attempt to return to it. I recommend executing a non-standard plan of attack to confuse the defenders." Still insisting on his plan, he pulled up a map of the room based off camera recordings, to show of his suggestion in a visual manner. Raa’s eyes were fixed on the image though she knew she wouldn’t be needed. "The station VI has erased most of the virus I uploaded into the station's systems, but there is one file of consequence remaining which I concealed in the systems. When activated, it will divert all power in the airlocks towards emergency lighting, which will deactivate the primary lights, and overload the emergency lights. Are any combat personnel incapable of low-light vision?" “I think Solares has low-light vision.” Raa spoke out loud, recalling some of the trouble they were in and his keen eyes.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,462	30	102	134	1,314	“I learned my lesson that day Raa, I am to always inform my wife if I am going to have a party at any of our houses, regardless what we are celebrating or reason. Aviza said that to me after I was pushed down a very large stairwell.” Solares laughed for a moment at those memories, not sure if they were good memories or bad memories. “Part of the blame as to what happened falls upon Voira as well, I knew she could party hard but I wasn’t expect that hard, impressive and concerning at the same time. Do not worry Raa, I will actually inform her and we will all have a good time.” After giving Raa a reassuring nod of his head, Solares continued to follow behind the group silently, checking on Raa every once in a while to see how she was doing. Further down the line after silently walking along the metallic hallways of the ship a while, Solares’s com quickly turned on to reveal the voice of a human female who started to give them orders. “This has to do with Donny, honestly surprised they have not left yet, typical thing for a human to do is to retreat with their own kind while the others are left behind.” Solares thought to himself. Letting the woman ramble on about precautions, warning, orders and how everything was going to be played out was giving him a headache along with his inside already hurting quite a bit. Upon his Omni-Tool a 3D image of the shuttle appeared with a map and the approximate location of the enemy with other important information, including command terminals and volatile materials. “She likes the sound of her own voice, doesn’t she Raa?” said Solares with a soft chuckle. The rest was common sense for breaching and entering the area though the attack plan that the human female had laid out was causing Solares some mental discomfort along the lines of “What the actual f**k are you thinking?” He did not say this of course, but he did think it. Thankfully Avatar voiced his concern and recommended a different course of action, which sounded like a much better option. When Raa glanced up at Solares and smiled at him sheepishly over the comment of someone being needed that has stealth cababilities, Solares shook his head back and forth at her, a clear indication of no. To put even more emphasis on motioning the no, he said “There is no way in hell I am going to let you do that Raa, you are in no condition to do such a thing. Someone else can, we need you here safe in cover and out of the way. I know you want to help Raa but walking and even more so running is not advised. If you would fall or something would happen while assisting the Turian diplomat, we would lose not only but her also you and I will do everything in my power to make sure that does not happen. Do you not like being chauffeured around by your own and favorite Special Forces bodyguard?” Solares smiled at her from under his helmet, the visor now clear so everyone could see his face. Avatar asked if anyone was incapable of seeing anything in low light, Raa must of misheard this for she said “I think Solares has low-light vision.” Solares quickly responded, "She mistook the question and thought you asked if anyone had low-light vision capabilities.” Motioning with his head at Voira, he tried to get her to walk over to Raa and his side. “Please ask if they have any Immunoboosters Voira, they are for Raa of course.”	Name: Solares Vanore Species: Turian Age: 28 Gender: Male Appearance: (Digital Urban Camo without Garrus of course) Standing at exactly six feet and one inch, Solares would closely resemble the other members of his species, though some features helped him stand out and be unique among those around him. Two black streaks of warpaint ran across his lower jaw and part of his cheeks, vanishing behind his head. After many years of hard physical training, he has toned his body to be very well fit and in shape for not only mentally intensive but also the physically intensive assignments that he seemingly ends up taking part in. Strangely enough, his eyes glow a soft blue, abnormally brighter than those of other Turians. Occasionally those who meet him for the first time are put off or made comfortable by the fact that it appears that he is glaring at him, or looking at them as if they are being judged. This couldn’t be further from the truth, do to his strict military training that he started at a young age, he has a very pronounced military physique about him. If someone would look closely enough at his neck while part of his armor was off, they would see a small Tattoo with the symbol of a Viper wrappings itself around a Hanar, and the words SERT above it. Weapons/Equipment: 1: Black Widow Sniper Rifle 2: Piranha Shotgun 3: Executioner Pistol 4: Omni-tool = 5: Ashes Armor (Concept art) 6: Turian Frigate 7: Several different types of ammo and explosives A: Inferno Grenade B: Multi-Frag Grenade C: Flash Gernade D: Incendiary Ammo E: Explosive Ammo F: Armor-Piercing Ammo G: Warp Ammo H: Hammerhead Ammo Skills and Abilities: 1: Devilishly Handsome 2: First Aid/Medicine 3: Carnage (shotgun) 4: Fitness 5: Tactical Armor 6: Assassination 7: Turian Agent Background: Seventy five long turbulent years had passed for the Turians since the defeat of the Reapers. They worked tirelessly to rebuild their crippled civilization upon their home world of Palaven. With the help of the other species of the galaxy, they were now entering a golden age as cities sprung up once more across the world as well as the galaxy. With every new city that was built, their population grew considerably. From within one of these new cities a Turian named Solares Vanore was born as an only child upon a wealthy military family. His parents sat at a high rank with the Turian armed forces. Commanding soldiers and issuing tactical commands were among some of their responsibilities. Though at a young age, his parents passed away, leaving him with all of their belongings as well as an an empty place to take their potion once he was fully trained and mature enough to handle such an important task. After a year of living with his aunt and uncle upon a lower class part of the city, he was quickly drafted into the Turian military and began his intensive physical and mental training alongside many of his families’ closest and most trusted friends. With being able to choose who he would train with, he chose someone he had grown quite fond of, a female Turian who was part of the special operations squad known as “AGTSAT.” This female Turian was known by her close friends and family as Aviza, a lone wolf that had held off a squad of raging Krogan with a pistol that had two thermal clips, a handful of plasma throwing knifes and a single cyro frag while having suffered two broken ribs on the right side of her body. She treated him harshly, viciously, stern and cold while in training, but outside of it showed that she truly cared for his well being, a tough love as some may call it. Many years passed as Solares’s skills and talents grew, showing that he was greatly interested in carrying his parent’s legacy as well as helping protect his people and the rest of the galaxy as a whole. Secretly on this side of all his training, his relationship with Aviza grew with every day that passed. The weapon of his choice was unsurprisingly the sniper rifle, which he studied, assembled, disassembled, and modified to learn every aspect about the weapon. It took many years for him to perfect, or at least master the sniper rifle and how to properly use it against enemies of multiple types in different scenarios and chalanges. “Take aim at your target, breath out slowly, stay calm and remember to take distance, angle, and speed into account before pulling the trigger." "In almost every case, you will only have one chance to hit your target before they realize where you are and leave the area, or worse.” Aviza would to say to Solares. She would place a hand on his chest and push upon it roughly, “Deep breaths in, let them out slowly as I have showed you. Accuracy and stability are two of a snipers best friends, remember that and you should do well. I can only train you to a certain point, the rest you must learn on your own, out in combat, in the real situation. I won’t always be there to hold your hand and help you, unless you want me to be.” She would smirk lightly at Solares before pointing down the firing range. “Keep trying until I tell you to stop, or I will shove my boot up your ass.” Aviza is partly to blame for Solares’s colorful personality, like how he has a quick sense of humor as well as being a smartass at times. This of course does not mean he is not a protective, proud, and honorable person, in fact he has quite the respectful personality. After many years of hard training he finely became a fully graduated and recognized Special Operations solider that worked under Aviza and “AGTSAT.” No one else knew expect for a couple of people but Solares and Aviza were now mates that lived together in a top end apartment overlooking a large garden area that was recently built for them. Solares’s thirst for knowledge did not end there though, he enrolled into advanced medical and first aid classes where he learned how to treat minor to advanced injuries across multiple species as well as numerous other useful skills. During that time, Solares learned that his parents had left him a First Class Turian frigate that he quickly customized to his and Avizas tastes. Developing skills and learning how to use to an Omni-Tool was becoming even more popular among the military and Solares saw this as an opportunity to learn numerous skills that could improve his combat capabilities as well as improve upon his standing with fellow members of the military. On a visit to the Citadel one day, he stopped by the N7 memorial and learned about the feats that Commander Shepard and his team were known for. He of course had heard of them before but never really took the time to sit down and learn about each and every one of them. “Commander Shepard and crew, savior of the Galaxy and destroyer of the Reapers.” There were thousands upon thousands of documents, pictures, videos, firsthand accounts, artifacts and the such about what happened those seventy-five years ago. “I wish I could have met him, maybe someday I will meet someone from his crew.” He thought to himself. Shortly after, his mate went on a three month long expedition that he was unable to attend due to the severity of the mission. During this time he worked on the Citadel for C-Sec, doing station wide security that he felt over qualified for, even more so when he had to clean up corpses from a firefight. The work did give him a new outlook on the life of other species on not only the citadel but across the Galaxy. Once he climbed the ranks, his superior informed him of a “closed doors” assignment that he wanted Solares to take part in upon the Citadel, down in the Wards, not far from Chroa’s Den. C-Sec discovered a Quarian who was unaware she was buying from illegal sellers, and had managed to contact the turians for another purchase. C-Sec used Solares to get into touch with Raa, who he convinced to aid them in playing bait for the operation. She could provide information like where the deal was going on, how many were supposed to be and the such. The mission was going as planned before the Turian dealers started to apply pressure onto the Quarian, harassing her by raising prices on products that she needed as well as threatening to abduct her and turn her into a slave if she did not cooperate. Solares brought this left hand to the com on the side of his headset before describing the situation to his superiors, asking for what to do next. The Quarian started to slowly step backward before an Asari seemed to appear out of nowhere, unleashing her biotics upon the Turian dealers. “Things just got really interesting down here commander, permission to engage?” That question was answered as a soft almost inaudible click came from behind him, the three hostile Turian dealers and the Asari fell to the ground after being hit with nonlethal taser rounds. “Good hit on the targets, but I think the Asari was trying to help, better not taking any chances though.” Solares climbed down the latter than led to his hiding place while the rest of the squad followed up behind him. “Move them to the C-Sec holding cells, I will be there shortly, keep the Asari in her own room though and for the love of god bring that Quarian with you.” Later that evening Solares would open the door to the Asari’s cell and motion for her to leave. “I am sorry about that Voira, we can’t take any chances here and I wanted to make...” he never finished his sentence. The Asari threw a punch and hit him directly in the face, there was a pause “That was unnecessary, then again I rather take that then being tossed against the wall with the force of a charging Krogan from biotics. You are a feisty Asari huh? I like that, good job back there by the way, both of you." He rubbed his jaw lightly before making sure it still worked. “This is going to be a great friendship, I can tell already. I was told you two do not have a place to bunk for a while, and seeing that I have plenty of room in my apartment, I am willing to make an offer. You can stay with me for a while until you find a ride off the station and a place to live uh....together? Go gather your gear and meet me back here, then I will show you were you two will be bunking.” Not long after everyone had collected their gear, the three of them could be found walking through the living quarters that connected to a large number of expensive looking apartments that overlooked the presidium. Once inside of his apartment she shut the door behind him and crossed his arms over his chest. “Pick a room and a bed, feel free to use the kitchen and all other utilities as you see fit, if you have any questions please let me know, so go ahead make yourself at home. Please excuse me for a moment though, I am going to go take a shower and will return in a while.” He vanished into his room for a moment before pulling out his Ashes armor and a full set of clothes. He then headed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. “I hope they don’t try and do anything stupid.” He thought to himself before flipping on some music and turning on the shower.” Over time, Solares grew to enjoy their company and to trust them around not only him, his belongings but also his mate Aviza, who seemed to be slightly paranoid about the A.I. RK, and other unknown reasons. Many years have passed since then, both Raa and Voira tend to stop by Solares and Aviza’s apartment which has grown considerably in size since the first time they all met. As of recent days, Solares and Aviza have been moving back and forth from AGTSAT to C-sec when the other side does not actively need help. He and his mate barely has any time to meet with their old friends. Though, only a couple days ago they received a message from the Turian Military asking for their assistance with a delicate matter. Without hesitation they took the job, but on the way Aviza was ordered to break off and head to the AGTSAT headquarters immediately with her ship for a mission of top priority. Disappointed by loosing his mate and his ship, he ventured forth to meet up with his contractor who apparently was a highly important diplomat named Felathor. Solares insured Felathor on the ride over to the space station that he had taken part in many of these types of missions and no harm would come to him while he was around.
1,463	30	103	1,445	9,375	Off the comms, everyone of the humans audibly signed. It was pretty obvious that the turians were pissed at them, but to threaten to make enemies out of them for "Bailing"? Last time they checked they weren't in charge of protecting everyone on the station. A few were rather pissed that Sura had the gal to say what she did and disrespect them in such a manner. Others wondered on who's authority does she have to actually brand them as traitors for trying to get Eleanore out of here. Or were they just angry that they weren't being as big of heroes as they were? "Fucking turians. First they don't want us here and now they think we're a fucking liability." Rosemary called over the private channel. Eleanore spoke out. "Focus on the task at hand. Right now they're all bluster, and nothing they say matters if we're all dead by the end of the day. Donny take some supplies from Yaoso and go with the cabalist. Everyone check your gear. Let the Cabalist spear head the attack and get ready to bring everyone to the evac point." Everyone did a quick one over their gear, including making sure everyone was capable of some sort of low light vision. Donny's armor had night vision built in for him, though that was thanks to his father getting him the best he could find. He wasn't sure if everyone else had anything like it, but if so they didn't speak up. Donny didn't know what to think. Frankly, he fucked up in many places. Maybe his first mistake was stopping to meet up with the turians in the first place. Seemed like they intended to just use the humans and throw them away as soon as they were an inconvenience. But what if they had a point? Before they had a few numbers; Donny was almost certain that with Alexander, Rosemary, and Aman, they could have tried to save a few others. Were they really just trying to do their job in protecting Eleanore, or were they cowards? Donny has a feeling that everyone thinks the latter. It angered him, if only because now he feels like he hasn't done enough. That now he has to prove himself, because the only thing that these people would accept is apparently sacrifice. Donny headed over to Yoaso, getting a few shots of medigel and other supplies. He was actually surprised to see all this stuff: Immunoboosters, Burn Ointment, even blood pack. "Where the hell did this stuff come from?" Yaoso told Donny they were all mostly from Eleanore. Looking at the other room he remembered her swallowing down that small cabinet of medicine. Somehow, it was worrisome that she had all of this. Just what does she need these for? Regardless he had to go now. Before he left Rosemary stopped him, putting her fist on his chest. "Don't die out there Donny. We don't want to lose any more people. I don't give a fuck what those turian bastards think. Once the coast is clear, get the hell out of there. Don't be a martyr." Donny gulped and nodded. He continued until Aman stopped him, handing him something. "This was Alexanders... He gave us most of his equipment before he stayed behind. Most of it we broke down into Omnigel, but I think you'd need this more then us." It was a shield upgrade. He supposed if he was going to charge into melee with the others, extra shields would be nice. Certainly an upgrade from what he currently had. "Thanks. This should keep me alive. You guys take care of yourselves too. No one... No one is going to die on my watch." An idealistic statement, but it was the only thing keeping him sane. Going home was the only reason he hasn't deserted. Walking out of the rooms Donny had the supplies in hand, and his barriers upgraded with Juggernaut Shields. He walked out of the entrance and saw the cabalist and the others. Somehow, he felt like he was in hostile territory. Like at any moment these guys were going to shoot him. Donny was scared. But he stepped forward nonetheless. "I have supplies. Uh, Medigel, Immunoboosters, ointment... And blood packs..." Now that he thought about it maybe the blood packs were useless. He doubts anyone here could take human blood. Looking at the civvies his eyes laid on one person. The turian he had taken down. Without much thought Donny walked over to her. He tried to speak gently, and would be understanding if she freaked out at seeing him. "Hey... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you that bad. I was... Scared. We're almost out of here though. Are you doing okay?" Then he noticed Raa, and while he couldn't say for certain since this was the first time he has ever seen a quarian's face, she looked ill. Maybe that was just how quarians looked underneath their helmet, but just to be safe he took out an immunobooster and a bit of medigel. "Raa, are you alright? You don't look so hot."	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,464	30	104	739	6,473	As soon as Avatar heard the confrontation between the Human and Turian forces, it began modifying and running new simulations on their escape. With tension between the two groups, unit cohesion was likely to suffer and would decrease the likelihood of success. With animosity between allied forces, there was a chance that some individuals might not behave as expected for soldiers, which made it difficult to make accurate predictions on the outcome of the firefight. However, the options it simulated with the best outcomes tended to require that they quickly shift their attention to the escape to prevent further arguments. Sifting through the thousands of recent simulations, Avatar settled on the plan of action with the highest probability of success, approximately 40%. The criteria of success in this case was the evacuation of the civilians present in the group with no severe form of further harm. The likelihood of severe injury or death for combat personnel was significantly higher. "I recommend securing civilian extraction via a distraction. Enemy forces are prepared to defend against an attacking force from any entrance to the room, the airlocks themselves excepted. Their defensive line is focused in the center of the room, which provides a weakness. Biotics have the capability of charging immediately to the center of the enemy force, and those with a tactical cloak, in low-light levels, could move to the center of the room similarly quickly. From that position, enemy forces would be unable to fire freely without a high probability of hitting their allies on any side of us. Therefore, allied forces in that position could expect less incoming enemy fire. Close range combat weapons and techniques would be the greatest danger. Attacking in this manner would provide a distraction for allied civilians, escorted by the remaining combat personnel, to sprint to the shuttle. With power in the room disabled, the manual override for the airlock could be used to access the shuttle. The surviving members of the initial attack could then attempt to reach the shuttle. Additionally, I require a digital copy your Alliance security credentials, Corporal Saraph Angelica, in order to activate and upload to the interceptor craft also docked in the airlocks."	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,465	30	105	507	626	The whole Cabal began checking their weapons making sure sights were aligned and full cooled before they were ready to walk into an assault that would almost certainly kill most of them. As Avatar gave out statistical chances about their survival it only helped to solidify the possible finality of this situation. Sura had made her way over to the Geth with the map up on her Omni-tool. She now had a cold air of command around her now that the Humans had regrouped with them. She cared very little for their survival at this point but she intended to use them as tools to the greatest effect at this point. She knew the plan Avatar had given them would result in most of what she thought of as her adopted children we're going to die. She knew that it was also likely she would die herself. She quickly composed a message on her omni-tool to the Hierarchy about what happened on the station and one to her husband... just in case. She encrypted the messages and distributed to all of the Cabals omni-tools. Even if she couldn't pass off the information maybe one of them could. Turning to Avatar she finally made up her mind. "The plan you are giving us means most of my men will die here. Chances are we would have died anyways had you not reacted as fast as you had. I can not think of an option that gives the diplomats a greater chance of surviving. We are all capable of low light vision and thus those of us that can will join in on your diversion, my two wounded soldiers will... escort the diplomats with barriers and hopefully secure the transport if the Humans turn on us again." Sura turned to Cactus who quickly looked up from his rifle. "Cactus you'll be with us on the diversion. But keep some juice in reserve so you can assist with the shuttle. We must evacuate the diplomats at any cost." Tacticus knew what that meant. "Sir, there has to be a better way. Something we could do differently..." Sura had just authorized him to subdue the Human pilot if he attempted to leave with the diplomats. He couldn't imagine the Humans enjoying that situation but he knew that the diplomats were the priority. He really hoped the most extreme version of that scenario played out but.... Tacticus was ready for that. The Humans had a terrible track record of cooperating after all. Sura smiled briefly at Tacticus's response. "If you figure it out don't hesitate to say something. I don't see another way right now though." Sura still having the map up and looking at it walked over to Donny who was dropping off immunoboosters to the Quarian. "If you have any cain mines left over I'm going to have to ask you for them. I'm going to be clearing a path for the diplomats with them." Tacticus's hands began shaking for a moment as he brought up the map and ran through in his head the ways he thought it could go. All of them ended up with most of his brothers and sisters dying while he left with the objectives. His hands still shaking he deactivated the map not being able to think of a plan any better than the one they had. He leaned back against the wall and let his mandibles flare in shock. This whole situation was fucked. Maybe if the Humans had just stayed with them this wouldn't have had to go down like this. At the very least they would have more people going into this fire fight. There was nothing he could do about that now though. They had what they had, there wasn't anything he could do about it now except follow orders.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,466	30	106	799	7,421	Raa fell silent. She was both hurt and inwardly injured by Solares’ comments. First by his outright denial for her offer her help and second by his assumption she misunderstood the question, making her feel like a child. A fact which added to the hurt was she partly was. She quickly hit the mute button on RK before the AI’s over protective nature rose up and struck. Sadly, it didn’t stop her from replying in her own earpiece. “The fucking nerve that Turian has!!!” Raa snapped in her venomous tone. While RK complained, Raa leaned her head against Solares’ shoulder spotting him getting Voira’s attention, his head waving the Asari over. He then inquired about Immunoboosters for her which they all three knew she was going to need if she was expected to run anywhere. Already she knew her temperature had risen a degree or two, becoming a slow burning fever. In a few more minutes, a little under an half an hour, she would come crashing to her knees and slow everyone down. Her head rubbed into Solares’ shoulder like a sick child out of habit when Donny approached them, his eyes studying her in concern causing her to peek upward at the human asking her condition. “Not really. My immune system is crashing because I used my filtering mask’s tubing to drain the diplomat’s lungs, making my helmet useless. I haven’t had a change to slowly adapt to the station’s environment since we weren’t suppose to be here for longer than a few days. So now, in a little under a half an hour I’ll end up crashing but it will only last a short time. Bad part, all my immunoboosters were back in my room so I don’t have any on me.” Raa’s arms clutched her middle harder to ease the queasiness building, her arm lifted for a moment to read out her temperature being three degrees higher than normal. It was slowly and steadily rising. She didn’t even bother to try to listen into the others formulate a plan though she note the cabalist preparing, adjusting and loading their weapons. She reached out for the Immunoboosters when Donny offered them, her hand’s grip weak and pulled back to stick herself. The young Quarian hissed when the end injected her as she waited for the drug to take effect. It wasn’t going to be long while she smiled, softly, at both Solares and Voira. “Thank you, this will help me keep up on my feet for a bit longer.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,467	30	107	2,025	3,680	Voira eyed the map critically, listening to the human. If her information was right, that was the best plan the Asari could think of to get them through the hell hole with all the diplomats intact. One group to attract fire, the other to keep barriers up to ensure that the diplomats and, most importantly, Raa didn't die. She began to get ready, checking her weapons and remaining armor, looking up as someone else spoke. The Turian Cabalist Commander seemed to have a completely different idea. Voira visibly face palmed as Sura spoke, groaning in exasperation at the distinct lack of tact. Goddess above. Now we know where her diplomatic genius got his skills from. She thought, coughing again. More violet blood splattered on her gloved hand. She eyed it for a moment. At least it's the one shot. We can pass it off as blood from the bullet wound. Fortunately for everyone involved, the humans appeared to agree to the plan. Voira cocked her head as Avatar spoke. Standing, her Assault Rifle at the ready, she spoke. "We don't have any low light capabilities, but we can do a biotic charge. We'll go with you." She started approaching Solares at the Turian's gesture, noting immediately how Raa seemed to be even sicker (expected) and upset (not expected). Her eyes narrowed as she managed to catch a bit of RK sounding angry before the Quarian muted her. The Donny approached and offered Immuno boosters to Raa, earning him a grateful look from the Asari, before she could question Solares as to exactly what had happened. "Thank you...Donny, was it? We were worried she would have succumbed to her sickness before we could get to the shuttle." Her grateful expression turned more serious. "Solares, stick with Raa and get her to the shuttle. We're going to help distract all the hostiles outside with the Cabal. Get her to the shuttle. We're trusting you." She turned her gaze to Raa, smiling softly. "We'll be right behind you, don't worry. We just have to make sure that none of the idiots outside the door stop you from getting to the shuttle." Her uninjured and clean hand reached out to give the Quarian's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "See you on the shuttle. Try not to make yourself any sicker while we're not looking again, hmm?" She felt another cough coming on, and gave Raa a brief smile before turning away and heading to the cabalists. Once Voira was a small distance from Raa she, as quietly as she could, coughed more blood up into her hand. She looked up at the Cabalists. "When do we charge? We're as ready as we'll ever be."	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,468	30	108	507	626	Tacticus started staring off at the grey metal wall as the cabal checked their gear for the final time and gave what they all assumed would be their final words to each other. They were all preparing themselves to die at this point but Tacticus thought there had to be a better way to do this. He began to wonder if the interceptors were even going to be of any use to... he stopped for a second. The blood rushed to his face as he came up with an idea. He dropped his shotgun and ran over to Sura who was still studying the map. Before Sura managed to get a word out Cactus blurted out "I may have figured out a way that does not involve us all dying." Sura looked at Cactus as if she was waiting for him to say something. It him a moment to pick up on this but when he did he quickly went into idea. "The interceptors that are also docked with the station that we were planning to take anyways? We could just grab them first instead and use them to kill all the hostiles. We don't need to worry about air as after a couple of seconds the shields will fill in the holes we just made. I assume either RK or Avatar can fly one of them and since they're machines they should just be able to fly the interceptors remotely. Obviously we would need a way to get them past the mercs and the milita but that shouldn't be the hardest thing ever since the Geth has a cloak. We also still have access to the lights which we could again use to help mask their approach. If that isn't good enough we can try to make a diversion at the left door here." Tacticus said pointing to the left door on the map that Sura was still holding up. "Either this spares us all or most of us. But it's better than us trying to fight our way through superior numbers." Sura was visibly surprised for a moment and took a second to think about it. "That might work... we would need to talk Avatar and the other AI into it but... it might work." She raised her left hand to her mandibles for a second to think and then turned to the geth. "Well would you be willing to put your "body" on the line like that Avatar. We'll try to cause a diversion at the other door and give you the best chance of not being seen unless someone else has a better idea."	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,469	30	109	739	6,473	Shortly after Avatar received the credentials it required from Corporal Angelica, and Donny shared his equipment among the cabal, one of the Turians, Tacticus, proposed an alternative solution, one that Avatar's initial projections found potentially favorable. It posed significantly greater risk to its own platform, but that was preferable to risking the others' lives. Although, the plan still did not eliminate the risk to them entirely. "This platform is expendable." Avatar answered to Sura as it was running simulations on potential outcomes for this new plan. With the security credentials Seraph provide, RK and itself could upload to the interceptors in only a few seconds, and since the hull of the station was not as heavily armored as a military vessel, they would be able to pierce through into the room from the outside. "This plan is approximately 23% more likely to succeed with minimal civilian casualties. However, the distraction will be necessary. The estimated time required for me to reach both interceptors is twenty-seven seconds. The estimated time before the station VI restores power to the room is twenty-one seconds. You must hold the enemy forces' attention both during and after the outage in order to minimize my risk of detection. Since this plan does not require an escort force for civilian forces, I recommend all civilians wait in the room the Human forces are currently occupying, and all combat forces, including Humans, aid in the distraction. You will be able to use the doors as a defensive chokepoint, but you will still be at a significant numerical disadvantage. Once you begin your attack, you will also need to hold the right door in addition to the left, as they may use it to gain a flanking position. RK, I recommend you upload into my platform now." It explained as it sent a download request to RK. Avatar's firewalls would prevent her from accessing motor functions and other commands within its platform, but she would be able to observe its software and hardware architecture. Avatar moved itself into cover around the corner from the right entrance to the airlocks. It had its shotgun drawn, though ideally, it would not be necessary to use it. "I will disable power to the room as soon as you begin your attack. After another five seconds, I will activate my tactical cloak and advance."	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,470	30	110	799	7,421	Rk wasn’t thrilled at the plan. Not at all when she was informed and liked it even less when Raa attempted to coax her into it. Her face frowned on the digital pop up from Raa's omnitool as the Quarian attempted to convince her this plan was the best option, her eyebrow raised in protest. RK's jawline tightened with the words before she finally gave in. She hadn't spoken to the Quarian for several movements as she turned her sight away, her eyes narrowed into space. Even she already had given into Raa’s request. Sighing, the AI keep her disgruntled face when the Geth started making recommendation, causing her to snap back with a sarcastic, human reply. “No, I thought I would try to walk my ass over there on my own.” “RK..” “Don’t RK me, Raa. It’s bad enough you risked your healthy for a complete strange, even knowing it might’ve killed them or worse, both of you, so don’t RK me. I do this, you better stay with the civilians.” RK said, eyeing Raa up and down. “You don’t have to worry about that, RK. I will. Just… be safe.” The Quarian stated timidly as she looked at the retreating Asari, her expression fell a little into worrying, causing RK to speak again. “Will you stop worrying over her? She’s going to be perfectly fun unlike Avatar and me, which still seriously irritates me.” RK began to download herself into Avatar’s plate form while also making a digital, simple grade copy to leave behind. Not that she would admit the idea of going neck deep into a possible gunfight made her fear ‘death’. After all, how could one really die if they could always reload themselves into a new body but even that had its limits and data was still corruptible in the end. Sighing a little, RK grudgingly finished downloading before she commented. “This better work.” She watched Raa head back to where the other diplomats were collecting for safety. RK made one last sarcastic, half-hearted statement under her breath. “I think I liked the Turian’s suicidal plan a lot better.”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,471	30	111	507	626	Better idea Avatar, we'll get in position at the other door and mine it. We'll sit back at the end of the hallway and fire down it. But first take this. Sura said to the machine. She pulled a grenade off her belt and tossed it to the Geth. "When we're ready we'll signal over the comms. When that happens blow your door wait a few seconds and then cut the power. Once the lights go out we'll blow our door and try to coax them out of their positions towards us. If we time it right they won't even have time to see you with any thermals or low light they may have. Turning to Solares Sura finished off the plan. "Your job is going to be to drop anyone you see wearing a helmet first. It should make the AI's jobs easier if no one can see them. Figure that widow of yours can accomplish that." She turned back to her cabal who had all been ready to go for awhile. "Space out any barriers you can into the hallway so we have more firing points than just the corner. Our goal is suppression not necessarily accuracy. You have my permission to do what you need to." Tacticus and the whole cabal knew what she had just implied to them. He had heard stories of Sura's earlier career in the cabal corp. They had to execute some cowards who had broken when facing a group of Krogans. She repeated that final sentence them whenever she even vaguely mentioned it. Given what she had said about the Humans earlier... they all knew what it meant. Everyone gave off a yessir and stacked up on the hallway and began to file around the corner towards the hallways leading to the lounge. When they got there they all stacked up on the left side Sura gave Tacticus and Numso each a widow mine. With out saying a word she pointed Tacticus to a small alcove and Numso to the door. Since the door was automatic it would only take a couple of seconds to activate so he would have to place the charge down fast. They both nodded to her and jumped into their biotic charges. Tacticus quickly brought the mine up and put it roughly at ankle level in the small alcove and pointed the laser to run across the hallway. If anyone came running down the hall they would trip the mine. He quickly turned catapulted himself back behind the lip of the wall. Seconds later Numso did the same. Taking care to not set off the mine Numso came out of his charge about a foot in the air in an attempt to not blow himself up. Sura then signaled the Geth over the comms with ping notifying it that they were ready.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,472	30	112	739	6,473	Avatar moved into position by the right door, acknowledging Sura's modification to the plan. A quick recalculation of the probable outcomes concluded that it took advantage of common organic psychology more effectively, as the enemy was more likely to view the first detonation as a distraction, rather than the second. It found a place in the door to plant the grenade, drew its assault rifle, then waited for the others to be in position. For this plan to be successful, it would need to move quickly, quietly, and directly to the airlocks. It made sure that RK had access to its sensors so she could provide additional observational capabilities while it dedicated more processing power to other tasks. Once the others were ready, Avatar armed the grenade, then took cover. The blast blew the door mostly open, apart from a few plates near the edges. Avatar leaned its assault rifle around the corner and blindly fired several bursts into the room, though the enemy quickly returned a hail of gunfire. It waited seven seconds, enough to allow all members of the hostile force time to focus their attention on its door, then sent the signal to activate the virus which was dormant in the station's systems. After another 3.2 seconds, all lights in the room darkened apart from the emergency lights. Then, they grew brighter and brighter until they blew one after another. The room was in total darkness, and ready for the distraction force to attack.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,473	30	113	2,025	3,680	Voira listened idly to the plans, focusing on getting her assault rifle ready and taking as deep of breaths as she could. Trying to calm her nerves. She was just about to jump into a room filled with very angry hostiles, with a group of Turians she had literally just met, outnumbered heavily, with no way to see anything, and distract them all by trying to kill them. All we have to do is keep the attention of all the enemies, in the pitch black room, long enough that everyone else can slip away, and then we have to retreat, while being shot at still. Simple! She thought, chuckling morbidly. This chuckle turned into a cough, which caused more blood to splatter onto her hand and in her mouth. Voira grimaced at the taste, spitting the remaining violet blood off to the side. "We just need to last long enough to make sure she's safe." Voira muttered, quietly, to herself. "We just need to last long enough..." She was fairly certain a bruised lung, which she hoped is where all the blood was coming from, wasn't lethal. After all, RK hadn't talked to her about anything privately. Hopefully that's just because there's nothing wrong us...rather than she doesn't want to worry us. When the doors exploded, Voira counted the seconds as a hail of gunfire answered. Just as her team's door opened, the Asari mercenary placed a barrier around her own body. She started firing with the rest of Cabal, aiming at the last known enemy positions as the lights began to go out. Damn Turians better not leave us behind in this darkness... After a few moments, a painful ache settling in her shot shoulder as the assault rifle's recoil hit her, the Asari felt another coughing fit come on. And this one was bad. Voira stumbled quickly away from the doorway, her barrier still tenuously held up over her own body, and tossed her assault rifle to Donny. She placed a barrier on him, letting her own dissipate as she crouched behind the wall and violently coughed. Blood splattered her hand and the floor, for the first time legitimately worrying the Asari. We can't die. Not yet. Not like this.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,474	30	114	1,445	9,375	Taking a deep breath, Donny tried to calm his nerves. This was all just... So much. Everything was happening so fast it was all a blur in his mind. He could hardly believe it himself... How was it that in just a few hours his life would have turned upside-down like this? There was some protest from his fellow soldiers, but both Seraph and Eleanore put a quick stop to that. "Put your pride aside and do what they say. We need to get ourselves out of here first. We'll deal with the fallout later." Donny couldn't help but think though. He wanted to blame the turians. Why should he risk his life for their colony? This wasn't their fight. He only needed to get Eleanore back alive; fuck the turians and this rebellion they're having. But then he really thought about it and felt guilty. This isn't how a hero acts. That's the thought of a coward. Donny didn't want to think of himself as a coward, and his mind rationalize his actions in many ways. But ultimately, they were all just excuses to get himself out of here alive. Even if he had to abandon Eleanore, Donny's sense of self-preservation was telling him to flee for his life. Clenching his teeth Donny took out his Grandpa's knife. "No. I can't run. He didn't run. He fought, even when death was standing before him. My grandfather was a hero who was willing to die to fight for earth, for humanity. How can I carry this knife if I can't do the same? I... I have to trust them. They'll save us all. And I have to help them. We all have to. We... We have to... Oh god, please help them... Help us..." Donny let out a single tear from his eye. No one was asking, but if they did, he wouldn't hesitate to admit he was scared. The drills they did, the practice he had, they just weren't quite enough for something like this. He wasn't a harden soldier. He was a green recruit way in over his head. He didn't even have the slightest clue to what "Being a hero" was going to be like. Kill bad guys were much harder knowing that he could easily die like the rest of them. His mask covered his face, but looking to the others he wondered how they were able to keep their cool. Even Raa, a civvie, was able to operate well under fire. And if he remembered correctly, Quarians like her have a hard time breathing. Given that she needed those immunoboosters, she was also sick. She was sick and still keeping her cool. Just what sort of crew did Donny get himself into? Soon Avatar left with RK for their task. From what he gleamed from Seraph they were going to sneak in, hijack some ships, and use them to provide heavy firepower. The task of the turians and the humans were to provide a distraction to keep the enemy from stopping the geth. It sounded so simple and yet Donny had doubts. He was still scared, he was frighten, and worried about what would go wrong. He was being such a coward. And yet still he needed to fight. Donny raised his gun up to help the Turians fire back when Voria tossed him her assault rifle. "Huh?" Then Donny noticed that she put a barrier around Donny, distracting him from the fact Voryia was wounded and was using his blanket as a bandage. Donny has some basic training with an assault rifle but never really specialized in it. But he understood why she gave it to him; his shotgun was strong, sure, but he needed to lay some suppressing fire. And suppress he did. Just as the enemy fired a hail of bullets towards the door, Donny, Rosemary, Aman, and Seraph returned fire with their assault weapons as well. They didn't just waste bullets however and were trying to hit some, managing a few nicks, but failing to kill any. The battle just started but the enemy were hunkered in. They needed to be cleared out. The lights went out, signaling their offensive. Donny saw two turians move in and drop mines; Donny made a note to avoid them. With the lights out this would give Donny precious seconds to move in; bullet were still flying but with a combination of his Juggernaut Shields and Voria's barriers Donny could risk a few bullets in his direction. More importantly he needed to move to a better position to flush out the enemy. But not yet. There will be a chance, but he needed to be patient. It was all on the robots now. "Don't lose your way..."	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,475	30	115	739	6,473	Avatar’s internal clock counted off the time after the lights darkened. Its omni-tool was already active and waiting for its command to initiate the tactical cloaking program. It had activated thousands of instances of analysis programs to its auditory and visual sensors to heighten its awareness. There were currently 638 redundant programs dedicated to projectile trajectory analysis alone. Once it stepped into the room, its projected processing utilization would be at a staggering 81%. …4.97, 4.98, 4.99, 5.00 seconds passed, and Avatar engaged its tactical cloak. With its assault rifle in hand, it rounded the corner and moved into the room, sticking close to the wall on its right. The room was exceptionally dark, to the point that only those with low light vision could navigate to any extent. The only reason that those hostiles without low-light vision could return fire to the distraction team was that the hallway through the door was lit. For Avatar, the distraction was working perfectly. There were few hostiles who were properly equipped to see in the darkened room, but with its tactical cloak, even they had an exceptionally low probability of detecting Avatar’s presence. It moves carefully and quietly along the wall, passing within two meters of a disoriented Turian at one point, but within ten seconds, it had managed to move into the back corner of the room, with the airlocks. Avatar’s platform could not sustain a tactical cloak whilst it was interacting with the airlock terminal, so it had to remain visible in order to upload RK into the interceptor. However, since the airlocks were in the back corner of the room, and all hostiles were focused on the distraction team, none of the enemy were looking in its direction. Unfortunately, it encountered a delay when attempting to allow RK to upload. The airlock terminal seemed to have a firewall which had not been listed at the security console. However, it was an old, outdated system, and a quick search through its memory revealed that there were known exploits which it could use to bypass the security. In particular, this system was actually vulnerable to a buffer overflow attack, but hacking through would require approximately another ten seconds. The Krogan leading the mercenaries acted quickly as soon as the doors had been breached. He was wearing a full helmet, and seemed to have no trouble moving, so his suit was likely equipped with low-light vision. Immediately, he ordered a group of his Vorcha, about five or six strong, to rush the left door while their allies provided heavy covering fire. Some stumbled in the darkness at first, but the leading Vorcha was wielding a flamethrower, which he let loose towards the open door, illuminating the area around him enough for the other Vorcha to make their rush for the door as well. At the same time, the Krogan, with a group of three Turians and a Batarian along with him, seemed as if they were making for the right door to move around and flank the distraction team.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,476	30	116	799	7,421	RK When RK was loaded up, her mind immediately took to exploring. Promptly her 'subconscious' turned in nothing more than co-existing electrical data. It flowed and spread through Avatar like a thing with a mind of its own, prodding the existing systems and their security measures. Each time she had instinctively tried to seize control, a fire wall shut her down. It easily detoured the AI's scattered data protocol as it sought to collect itself. The best description was like donating sentient blood into an individual. It wouldn't be able to keep together and when introduced, the program's default functions were to 'secure' her environment for safety. Though RK was a computer program first and foremost, she never liked entering another system. It made her feel weaker and less whole when her original program came to the surface. Especially when there was no anchor back to Raa. It was a distasteful reminder of how easily she could be taken apart or entrapped in a well crafted encryption. Though the scattering and reassembling within Avatar seemed to take forever for Raa, it was only mere seconds to gain her awareness again. It was within those seconds the AI was left reflecting on the reason she was against this. In blunt terms, RK was reminded she was merely a machine. This was the sole reason she fought intergradation into her own body and even with her logical arguments, the truth was strictly because being so close to Raa had made it easier to eliminate her awareness she would never be organic. It was like the story about the AI who wished she was flesh and blood. When her data had collected, RK was gaining visual and sensory feedback through Avatar's. Her mind seeing through his eyes, hearing through his ears and more but had no influence over his actions. Placidly she watched as she monitored Voria's bio status with some concerns. If it wasn't for the attack, she would've long ago alerted the others to the Asaira's condition. Now it was too late. The plan seemed to run smoothly. While the others were providing the ideal distract and the lights abruptly shut off, the Geth slipped easily by the hostiles with its tactical cloak. It moved against the wall easily, keeping hunched and quick paced toward the airlocks. When he reached it, he was forced to drop his cloak as it required more processing power to keep both functions up which would slow down the hacking considerably. A fact they knew would hurt their allies' chances of survival. RK groaned inwardly within Avatar's system, both at the fact of the encounter with an unregistered firewall and Voira's life signs slipping. 'If you're having trouble let me do it!' RK snapped in Avatar's program as she added. 'Voira's currently has sustained serious internal structural damage, which is hurting her effectiveness in her primary function. In organic terms: she is coughing up alarming amounts of blood. Means she's likely got a bruised rib as I can't read any interior ruptures or overly warm spots where blood could be pooling at. After her informative input, Avatar had manage to finally break through the defense causing RK to upload immediately with a gift of her final words. 'About time. It took you long enough!' When RK was uploaded into the ship, she ran an instant check over the systems while her essence spread and infected it. There was little resistance since she was an authorized user so she quickly hijacked the ship. Her first task was to detach the stabilizers and turned the weapons to the nearest wall, her targeting systems rested on the hull. She fired four shots into it. They rumbled and echoed in the small room as they first dented then sizzled through the metal into the space beyond.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,477	30	117	739	6,473	The moment RK was able to upload into the interceptor, Avatar reactivated its tactical cloak and sprinted to the airlock holding the other interceptor, on the opposite side of the shuttle. It too had the same security measure as the first airlock, but since the solution to bypassing it was identical, Avatar needed only repeat the same process. As such, it was able to bypass the console in a mere 1.3 seconds. However, it did not immediately upload itself into the interceptor. Rather, it uploaded instructions to the vessel's autopilot to decouple from the station, then shoot another hole into the hole. Before it could begin firing, Avatar, ran to the shuttle's airlock. By this point, the enemy has spotted Avatar, but few were intent on shooting it. Rather, they were attempting to run and duck for cover from RK's interceptor, which was rapidly depleting the hostile force. The heavy, fighter based weapons could penetrate through all of the cover the enemy had placed, as well as personal energy shielding, in only one to two shots. Once the other interceptor broke through the hull, there would be few angles at which they could not fire. Avatar opened the airlock, then requested that the shuttle pilot whom the enemy had trapped inside unlock the shuttle's door. It took approximately two seconds for the pilot to comply, during which time the second interceptor breached the hull. A few hostiles did fire in its direction, but by the time it made it into the shuttle and closed the door behind it, its shields had only taken minor damage. "Decouple from the station and maintain a minimum distance of 35 meters." Avatar said loudly to the pilot before its platform suddenly, and without warning, collapsed to the floor seemingly lifeless. Having wasted no time, Avatar had remotely uploaded itself into the second interceptor, which it had placed on standby. It quickly took control of the targeting system from the autopilot and, once the shuttle was a safe distance from the station, expanded the size of its hull breach to fire on hostiles that had managed to find a blind spot in which to hide. It would only take a few more moments for the combined fire from RK and Avatar to eliminate the remaining hostiles, after which the shuttle could use the sizable hull breaches to land inside the room so their allies could board. Energy shields had activated automatically to retain the atmosphere within the station, so depressurization would not be a issue. RK had focused on the enemies nearest the exit as soon as she was able, killing or otherwise disabling all of the Krogan's personal guard, but the Krogan himself had survived and made it through the right door. Although, he was heavily wounded, even by Krogan standards. Shrapnel from the near-impact of the interceptor's weaponry had riddled much of his torso and left leg, filling his armor with dozens of small holes. He was in a position to flank the distraction team, but as enraged as he was, he had no interest in suicide. Rather, he took the chance to flee, but unbeknownst to him, he was fleeing in the direction of the civilians.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,478	30	118	2,025	3,680	Voira stayed on her hands and knees, gasping for breath. Her coughing fit seemed to have ended, but there was an alarming amount of purple blood splattered all over the ground and her forearms and hands. That's....not good. She thought, hazily. She was aware of a battle going on behind her, but the sounds of combat (most notably the sound of ship fire.) were away from Raa and that's all that mattered right now. Deep breaths, even though they hurt. She had to get more air in her body. She had to get back up on her feet, and soon. Just because the fight wasn't near Raa didn't mean it wasn't going to get near the Quarian, or that they wouldn't have to move soon. Raa could give into her allergic reaction any second now, and she'd need someone to carry her into the ship. Muttering curses, Voira struggled to her feet, leaning heavily against the nearby wall, taking in the information her senses were giving her. More gunfire. Enraged screaming. The stench of blood that wasn't her own. Heavy feet pounding towards....Raa. Voira's eyes focused to see a damn near dead Krogan charging the civilians. Her eyes snapped open wide with fear. Raa! NO! One hand shoved herself off the wall, as the other reaching to draw out her shot gun. Blue biotic energy gathered around her as she drew her shot gun and then charged straight into the Krogan's side. Snap! Biotically aided or not, hitting a Krogan at that speed, with her weakened state, caused damage. Serious, rib breaking, damage. There was no time to focus on the agony though, the Krogan was going to get up at any moment and she had to protect Raa. She had too. It was more on auto-pilot muscle memory and desperation that Voira began firing her shotgun at the Krogan, sending round after round of armor piercing slugs at the enemy.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,479	30	119	507	626	The chaos following the distraction was unbelievable to Tacticus. The sheer amount of weapons fire exchanged and the quickness of it all was not something he was prepared for. When the team moved quickly into the corner of the hallway and breached the door they had not for a moment relented in their torrent of gunfire. While several of the cabalists focused on making cover for themselves and the humans to shoot from, some had decided to provide biotic artillery. Waves of biotic energy served to bolster the already incredible amount of weapons fire the 2 deep line of soldiers were dishing out. Thankfully the Humans did not break or wavier in the face of a pseudo assault, something Sura had planned to need to deal with. But no, the two races worked together like they had in the videos they had all been made to watch of the Reaper war. No politics, no divisions just pure exhibition of the warrior spirit of the squad. He even thought for a moment that he could feel the spirit guide his weapon to cut down one of the heavily armored Vorcha with a trio of shots to the skull. It took Tacticus a moment to realize that his gun had overheated and actually had been for several moments. The chemical cocktail his body was flooded with by his own glands was enough to overcome any sense of wanting to back down or run and hide. When he ducked down into the chest high barrier he was inhabiting with Numso waiting for his weapon to cooldown he noticed something warm on the left side of his face. He reached up with his left hand and felt the liquid stick to his fingers. He pulled his hand away from his mandibles and found that it was fresh blood. His brow furrowed for a moment as he tried to think if he had been shot or not. He went so far as to begin checking himself before he got his answer. He looked to his right and saw the contents of Numso's skull strewn out on the floor in a chunky pool of congealing blood. For a moment Cactus froze and the noise of the gunfire began to fade away from his perception. He felt his throat began to burn and turn as he had to choke back vomit. His eyes also widened in surprise and then entered a state of what could only be described as confusion. "No, no it's.... no...no." Tacticus gripped his machine pistol and chalked up the body to his mind playing tricks on him. Numso wasn't dead, he could see him in his peripheral still shooting. He wasn't on the ground right there, certainly not. He could still "feel" Numso, he wasn't dead. Cactus jumped back up into a crouch to fire over the low barrier that had been set up to allow his teammates to fire over him. Pressing the image of his dead friend out of his mind his mandibles involuntarily began to flutter as he began pulling the trigger again. He was numb to it all, he couldn't even hear anything anymore. He could just feel the recoil of the rifle and bullets whizzing near his head. There was nothing but what he was doing and who was at the end of his gun. While there was comm chatter it sounded so distant to him that it may as well have not been there at all. He put his sights over fellow Turian's upper body and aiming for his exposed neck region began to push his weapon close to it's overheating point again. Right before it redlined he ejected the thermal clip and kept firing neglecting to put a new one in. The barriers of the traitor broke and his hail of bullets finally began to tear up his kin. Tacticus felt nothing. No remorse, no regret, no sadness, just nothing. The Turian's body was shredded away and beat into nothing but bits of discarded flesh and liquid flying up and covering the area around him. Then his weapon overheated once again and he was forced back into cover. This time he made sure to not look at the body and instead reloaded one of the few remaining thermal clips he had left into his weapon. At that moment he felt the ground shake beneath him and he looked over his left shoulder through the mostly translucent barrier at the enemy combatants. He also began to feel the air rush out of the room. This simply pressed his back against the barrier as the air rushed out into the large explosions shredding the remaining enemies. At that moment though he saw something more concerning. A large mass running back past them and another blur of color which he guessed was the Asari they had with them. Not thinking he jumped into a charge after the mass of what had to be a Krogan. The Krogan was making a run for it, unknowingly he was running towards the diplomats however. Something he couldn't let happen. He arrived just in time to hear the Asari crack her ribs against the Krogan in an attempt to stop him. Though it did work throwing him to the floor which she then followed up with several shotgun rounds to the downed Krogan. Tacticus began unloading his pistol by simply holding the trigger into the krogan adding to the increasingly large pool surrounding the still twitching Krogan. His weapon quickly over heated, Tacticus began yelling as he ejected the thermal clip and again continued firing. Letting his pent up rage out on the surely lifeless corpse. When the Asari's weapon finally overheated and his did shortly after he discarded his weapon. He filled his arms with biotic energy as they both ceased firing and he began beating into the mass of flesh that was already barely recognizable. Still yelling primally and almost degrading into a growl he punched the slowly decaying Krogan into but pulverized bits as blood sprayed up at him and got into his mouth. Numso wasn't dead, this Krogan was dead. Numso was still alive back at the line waiting for his best brother to shore up the flank. Numso was still alive.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,480	30	120	799	7,421	Raa Raa stood there in horror, her mind numb in panic. She had just come farther up the corner after hearing the fighting die down and someone coming up the hallway, her figure huddled with the other civilians in their growing anxiety. It had been thick enough to suffocate them all. At first she was relieved to be away from there but now, she wished she had stayed. Her eyes wide open and stared in fear at the behemoth now barreling down her while her heart seemed to have stopped in her chest. The Krogan was coated in his own orange blood, his suit riddling with bulletholes and made him look like swiss cheese, as he wheezed toward her to escape. Run...Run damn it! She cursed at her legs that refused to move, believing stillness would allow her to hide. Her mind was getting numb by the edging fear rippling in her figure and spread, burning her insides into a cold sensation. Her arm was pushed against the wall and struggling to keep herself upright, her sickness only a few minutes in. The immuno-booster had helped to delay, but only just. Before hand, her skin had gained a slight fever. In another hour she would be hot and sweating, effects of her immune system adapting to the evironment, while she laid up in bed. Through it might now matter now, she realized closing her eyes and expecting to feel the Krogan’s arm backhand her into the wall. It never happened. Instead he howled a new when a blue streak clipped him and caused the alien to stumbled. A moment passed before Raa realized it was Voira who had intercepted, her body covered in enough violet blood that she should’ve been passed out. Already her hand was reaching for her shotgun then unloaded several rounds into the Krogan’s body, spraying more orange blood across the hallway’s floor. A Turian, Tacticus, came rushing up behind the down Krogan and joined the already win fray by pounding the dead corpse until he was covered in orange. Raa hadn’t noticed. Her eyes were fixed on Voira with fear and worry, her feet stirring at last, then brought herself close to the collapsed Asari. She dropped hard on her knees as her trembling hands reached for the crumbled form. “No...please...no...NO!” Her soft pleads nearly went into hysterical screams while she pulled Voira over, her ears unable to hear the frantic demands from RK about her own wellbeing. At this point, she didn’t care if tending to Voira would’ve made her worse as long as the Asari lived. RK "Raa? RAA? Answer me, DAMN it! Are you hit? What happened?" Raa continued repeating her questions, over and over, her voice irritated and worried through the comm. She was unable to download herself back into the Quarian's omnitool as she was out of range. That meant the AI couldn't get a reading on the situation and by Raa's reaction, it was seriously bad. The program sparked in frustration at her helplessness then attempted to contact Voira. The same thing happened causing another angry spark in her system. Organics were such idiots at times she thought bitterly while she contacted both Avatar and Solares. "Something's happened. I can't get a read on it, but neither Raa or Voira are answering my comms. This means one of two things: They are out of range or..." RK didn't finish her observation but it clear of the last option, one she didn't want to consider. "Check on them, I'll get the ship ready for loading so we can patch our wounded on board then get the hell out of here. If the Asari so much as tried to get herself killed, she will wish she had succeeded!"	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,481	30	121	2,025	3,680	Voira wasn't quite sure when she had collapsed. Or when she had lost consciousness. What she was sure of was that one moment she was firing into the Krogan's body, making quite sure the bastard's redundant organs didn't help him get back up, and the next she was on the ground Raa screaming above her and RK screaming in her ear. Voira tried to tell the AI to shut up, but merely ended up groaning in pain and coughing (which only brought more pain). She took a breath, wincing, and opened her eyes to stare at Raa. Despite the situation, a wry smile crossed the Asari's face. "It's okay Raa, we've only got a broken rib and a bunch of other broken shit. This is nothing compared to our state after our clash with a Drell assassin. Well, clash is an exaggeration. We just kinda got our ass kicked while the Drell efficiently beat us down and threw us through a window pane and then moved onto her target. Lucky for us we landed on a car." With a hiss of pain the mercenary bent into a sitting position. Her shotgun was going to be useless for a while, she saw that much at a glance. Holstering it again she spoke into her comms. "RK would you please shut up? We're fine, well, we're alive. Raa's fine. Just tell us that the ship is ready to go so we can get Raa onto the damn thing and away from this hellhole." Voira tried and failed to stand up, her strength failing her. She looked around for anyone that could carry her and allow Raa to be mobile and not in danger's way, but only found the tactless Turian continuously punching the Krogan's corpse. They are all, useless. Voira sighed, looking at her Quarian friend. "Alright, Raa. Can you support us? We'll do the shooting, if necessary, but we can't really walk.	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,482	30	122	739	6,473	Avatar was monitoring its allies’ communications, but was only dedicating a negligible percentage of its processing power to the task, apart to those originating from RK. The safety of its allies was a strong concern, but from its current position, it had no ability to render aid to them beyond the range of the airlocks. The only action it could perform to improve their chances of survival was to clear the room of hostiles as quickly as possible. As such, that was where it placed the vast majority of its focus. Fortunately, the enemy could not defend effectively against such overwhelming force. There was no cover in the room of sufficient strength to stop fighter-mounted weaponry, and between the two interceptors, they could eliminate the majority of threats before they reached the exits. Some attempted to return fire on the interceptors, but the mercenaries had not equipped themselves to deal with armored targets while aboard a space station. In under 90 seconds, all hostiles within the room were either killed, or critically wounded. As such, Avatar proceeded quickly to the next stage of the escape. It sent two instructions, one to the shuttle pilot, and the other to RK. It told the shuttle pilot to fly through the hull breaches and land in the room and await the others, while RK was meant to keep her interceptor ready to deal with any sudden threats that entered the room. Meanwhile, Avatar turned its interceptor away from the station to defend against any potential external threats. “The room is currently within safe parameters. Proceed quickly to the shuttle for evacuation.” Avatar instructed over the group’s shared communications channel.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,483	30	123	1,445	9,375	After some furious combat, the Geth and RK managed to clear out the next room of hostiles. Seraph spoke over the comms for her soldiers to move. "Get the non-combatants and wounded in first. Scope, Briar, stay with me to watch our rear. We're not out of the fire yet everyone." Donny lowered his gun and looked towards the others. Eleanore was being sufficiently protected while the other members of Donny's crew went to provide security to the turian diplomats. Assuming that the cabalist are taking point, that left very few others for DOnny to watch over. The only ones left were Raa and Voria. Donny took a quick glance at Voria's rifle, which she gave him. He wasn't really sure if he did had much effect with it but he was thankful nonetheless. Voria looked wounded however, so Donny went to her aid. "I'll help you out. We're almost home free, so let's get going quickly. And thanks for the gun." As Donny went to help Voira, he noticed something. She had his blanket tied over her shoulder like a tourniquet! He felt somewhat offended, but that wasn't important right now. Perhaps he could joke about it later, when the threat of getting shot again wasn't looming over their head. "How sever are you injuries? I'll do my best to get you all the medical care we can offer once we're on the shuttle."	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,484	30	124	799	7,421	Raa could only stare at Voira, her eyes filled with tears as she finally turned over her friend. She had expected the worse. Her fear seeming to plant the thought in her mind and wouldn’t completely let go, her expression flashed a weak smile at the downed Asari. Her ears caught the groan that was enough evidence that her friend was alive and relieved her worries. Her breath exhaled slowly while she ignored the throbbing in her knees, her hands retracted to her thighs where they rested at. When Voira made a small, reassuring smile, Raa’s own lips tried to make a meek mimic of the gesture. Her hands raised and gingerly hovered, ready to help, while Voira rose to a sitting position. The Asari leaned her head into her comms then spoke to hush RK up, wanting to be informed when the ship was ready. Finishing up, Voira tried to stand upright only to fail as she crumbled back onto her ass. The Turian, the one that had nearly gotten them shot with the civilian, beating the corpse that had been the Krogan. Her heart felt pity for the Turian, though she could only guess at the cause and knew trying to stop him was only going to end up getting her hurt. Swallowing her anxiety, Raa’s head turned to Voira when she made her request for help. Absorbing it a moment, Raa took several seconds to react while she nodded. She had just been about to lean into Voira and help her to her feet before she noticed Donny arrive. His figure tracking toward them causing her to cease, lowering her friend back down to the ground. Raa listened to him thank Voira for the gun as the Quarian stepped back and allowed the human to tend to the Asari. She didn’t know first aid after all and while she felt she could do something, in reality she didn’t want to make anything worse. Avatar’s voice came over the comms causing her attention to the Geth’s request. Her hand paused over the button then answered. “We’re coming, Donny’s patching up Voira. Give us a second as we need to prepare.” She patted Voira on the shoulder then turned to the Turian still pounding into the dead corpse until he became exhausted, her body raising upright to her feet. Cautiously she approached the Turian, her hands folded up in front her and stood there watching him in worry. She wanted to help badly. It was visible on her features, along with the fear, that she thought twice about approaching him. “Please, we need to get on the ship. He’s dead… he’s gone. Can you hear me?” Raa edged a little closer hoping her voice would reach the Turian, who was still in shock over what she assumed was the experience. “Please, you need to snap out of it or you’re going to hurt yourself.”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,485	30	125	507	626	He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not dead. Tacticus kept pounding the now paste that was once a Krogan further and further into the bulkhead. The best he could figure his hands had made some dent in the floor as there was very little resistance to his punches now. Even the once Krogan body was only serving to slow down his assault. Though his voice had long since gone hoarse from yelling he was still managing out grunts as he kept bringing down his biotically augmented fists. He was completely covered in the Krogan's blood and could feel the new blood coming up to find a place on his face starting to get cold. Numso wasn't dead, there was no way. When he walked back over he would be totally fine right? He was always the one that had close calls but they always laughed it off, this was like that right? He could feel his fists begin to become heavy from the extreme exertion of his arms. His body was starting to become fatigued as he had exhausted his biotic talents so completely that he could feel his eyes wanting to close and his body to fall into the paste he had created. When the Quarian spoke to him he didn't hear the words but he knew that something was being said to him. He paused for a moment from his task to stare at the women with a wild look in his eyes. He growled deeper than he thought possible at her as he could feel his body start to suck down oxygen quicker than it should be. As he exhaled with tensed jaw and mandibles low growls continued to eek out of his throat at her. There was nothing in his eyes that displayed any sort of rational thought before he collapsed into the mess he had created and laid motionless for a moment eyes starring half at the destroyed body half at the wall. Cactus couldn't think at all, his mind just kept turning back to his friends blown open skull littering the floor. Tacticus felt a hand grab his arm near the shoulder and try to pull him up but he immediately brushed it off. He managed to get a enough of a grip on the bloody and slippery bulkhead to push himself onto his knees. For a moment he let his jaw go loose and he leaned back on his haunches for a moment with a dead expression on his face. For some reason he began to feel a sort of peace, like something had decided his retribution was complete. His ears ringing he picked himself up off the ground and without looking up he reached down to pick up his dropped rifle. When his eyes came back up he was met with Sura's stern gaze. He quickly averted his eyes and solemnly looked down the hallway that Numso hadn't died in. He managed to choke out a sentence which tried to mask his sorrow with at least some modicum of control. "I..... you're right." He paused for a moment and swallowed hard. "We should go...I'm.....sorry. I shouldn't have..." His thought trailed off and he avoided eye contact until he could no longer feel the gaze of his team and the strangers on him. He looked up as he entered the area they had been assaulting to gain control of and saw the bodies littering the room. He could only think to himself was he worth it? It should have been him, why hadn't it been him? As he walked aboard the shuttle he avoided making eye contact with the crumpled Geth on the floor, well, as much as a Geth optical receptor that looked almost like it was off could be anyways. He made his way to the back of the shuttle still clutching his stolen rifle, here he found a seat and strapped himself in to the chair. He re-gripped the rifle in his hands and looked blankly at the floor while he tried to not to smell the blood that he was covered in.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,486	30	126	739	6,473	Avatar maintained a distance of under five hundred meters from the station in the interceptor to minimize the risk of detection from any other ships. It could not detect any ships moving towards its position, but it did not have access to sensors which could accurately track the movements of vessels on the other side of the station. As the station was between itself and the allied fleet, it could not detect them as well, at it was still too close to the station to be beyond the communications jamming the enemy had been performing. It would not be able to warn allied forces of the attack until the shuttle had departed entirely from the station. After Avatar had messaged the others, most of them had quickly made their way to the shuttle. The non-combatants were escorted to safety first by several of the Human soldiers. Avatar's platform was mostly deactivated in the shuttle, but it did have a few sensors still passively scanning the area around it, so it had a count of how many allies had made it to the shuttle. It did not know the exact reason why, but not all had yet arrived, and there had been enough of a delay to warrant concern. Once more, Avatar sent a message across the team's communications channel. "My platform has detected that not all allied forces has reached the shuttle. There is a 76% chance of enemy reinforcements arriving at the airlocks within sixty seconds; do you require assistance." It asked.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,487	30	127	2,025	3,680	Voira smirked at the human. "Lets see. We have a bruised lung, a broken rib, a cracked rib, a shot hand, a shot shoulder, we're coughing up blood, and we have blood loss we think. All in a days work of suddenly being ambushed and then fighting for our lives in a ship we were supposed to be welcome in. If we missed anything, it's because they're such small injuries that they're not even worth mentioning." Voira's head snapped over to see Raa, the foolish girl, approaching the Turian and trying to calm him down. In a second Voira had her pistol up again and was aiming at clearly berserk cabalist. "Raa! He'll snap out of it or one of his teammates will. Get away from him." More quietly, she spoke to the human carrying her. "If the bastard so much as looks at her wrong, we're putting a bullet through his head." Fortunately for all parties involved, someone got ahold of him before Raa did something stupid and she had to start shooting. Something told her that the rest of the Cabal would not have appreciated that. "We here you, you whiny piece of scrap! Give us a break!" Voira gestured emphatically at Raa, sighing in relief when the Quarian obeyed and headed towards the shuttle. "When we get aboard, we're going to drink as much Ryncol as we have left, pass out, and deal with all this shit when we wake up. Good plan? Good plan."	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,488	30	128	739	6,473	The pilot of the shuttle waited for final confirmation that everyone had boarded before closing the door and taking off through the hull breach. Their destination was the Turian cruiser Intrepid, which was serving as the flagship of the allied fleet. As the shuttle set off from the station, Avatar and RK’s interceptors flew in formation alongside it for protection. If they were engaged by hostile fighters, then the interceptors would be able to defend the shuttle without regard for their own safety, as it was ultimately expendable hardware. Both Avatar and RK would be able to reupload quickly to the shuttle if their new hardware suffered serious damage. The trio of ships circled around to the other side of the station in order to set themselves on a course for the allied fleet, but as it came into view, the team learned all at once about the battle that had been raging outside of the station. The allied fleet, which had consisted mostly of unarmed or lightly armed transport ships escorted by the cruiser and a few frigates, had been all but destroyed. In its place was a fleet of nonuniform, but organized ships of varying classes up to frigates. An initial visual scan of the debris, crossed referenced with the stored catalog Avatar possessed of the vessels taking part in this mission, revealed that the allied fleet had been greatly outnumbered. At minimum, the enemy possessed triple the number of ships, though based on the distribution of the debris, the enemy fleet had suffered severe casualties. Over 66% of the enemy fleet had been destroyed. However, all of the allied fleet was either destroyed, or missing in action. Most notably, Avatar could not detect the cruiser itself, nor its wreckage. “I recommend diverting to the allied settlement on the planet.” Avatar messaged to the shuttle pilot. Despite the shock of seeing their fleet in ruins, the pilot quickly complied. It would take a few minutes to reach the planet’s surface, and for the moment, those aboard the shuttle could see through the windows the terrible carnage that remained after the battle. Most of the ships destroyed had been unarmed transport vessels.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,489	30	129	799	7,421	RK Volair's gun wasn't the only threat trained on Tacticus. Few of the individuals within the ship's battle field aftermath would notice it, but RK's gun had shifted and pointed in the direction of the hallway where the Krogan had gone the moment RK noticed his direction. She had finished off her targets, making her too late to adjust her aim, and now just parked in the direction. Seemingly inactive. That fact wasn't completely true, as Avatar would notice on his read outs, while RK held her breath during the conversation over the Comms. She hadn't allowed Raa's or Volair's to shut off completely, allowing her to eavesdrop on the scene. Tacticus was clearly going through the stages of grief, a thing no one needed. It actually surprised her a bit to notice him taking the loss of his friend so hard and she shifted through the data collection over Nasyrius Revex. The Turian was also a Cabal, though an ex one after the lost of his legs, which at least explained the attachment factor. However, Cabal were trained as soldiers despite their distance from the Turian military’s inner workings, loss being a factor they were trained to cope with and overcome should the experience arise. So, RK wondered, why was Tacticus breaking down so rapidly? The only explanation she could conclude was because this death was the Turian's first brush with death. She recalled, on research into the Cabal, that Nasyrius never did take his first loss too well like most Turians. While she could now understand, RK lacked the ability to sympathize. Mainly because they were in the middle of a hostile ship and with the enemy about to close into their position, this not the time to have a mental break down and head into the five stages of grief. After all, he wasn't the first alien to experience this. RK had watched both her creator and Noami'lie slip into a lengthy depression stage, Pai'Seef unable to pry himself away from work to eat let alone sleep for months without her reminders. It was even worse when Devyrn died and for a dreadful moment, RK's calculations of his survival was at their lowest. It made her miserable. Logically, rage was often the first stage to appear. Especially in the heat of combat since it was easiest to tap in during the moment and it was often followed by the others, hitting the individual at their weakest. Acceptance was always the hardest and usually the last stage to reach since afflicted had to finally face what happened and acknowledge it, healing being more emotionally tormenting than the denial itself. This made her glad she wasn't organic. So much drama, she thought in an acidic tone. Her data tensed as she listened helplessly over the Comms, her worry increased upon what Raa was likely to do and her knowledge proven accurate from Voira's words. The Asari's words warning Raa to get back before she got hurt. If he so much as touched Raa, RK would end his life the moment she got a chance. The ship was easily enough to create small spaces and isolate Turian long enough to eject him into space should he prove a threat to Raa. And unlike the organics, RK had little problem jettisoning the trash if it came down to it. Though her worry turned to relief when Raa obeyed Voira and made her way timidly into the shuttle, her sensors decided to keep tabs on Tacticus. She didn't trust the Cabal, despite how helpful they had been, in keeping their pal under control. One thing about her, she didn't trust either the humans or turians to keep their own in line and she was ready to put down any unexpected hostiles to keep her own safe. Even at risking Raa never forgiving her. They departed without further incident. Her interceptor gliding through the black space easily and humming like a kitten, her eyes peeled for trouble. When they reached their destination there was an unwanted surprise waiting for them. A graveyard of ships, or rather ship pieces, floating among the vast void and scraping against the barriers coating their ship's outside. The blue energy buzzed in protest but RK ignored it. Her scanners already searching the area for answers and downloading the data back to Avatar for his own analysis. Upon recalling Raa's emotional state, RK opened her Comm up to give Voira aheads up. “Might want to hold Raa and keep her from looking out the window, she won't enjoy the view. The whole turian group was wiped out.” Raa Raa froze in place. Her figure abruptly halting in its motions and eyes widen in shock, her ears catching Tacticus' low growls and wiggling mandibles that showed his stress rising higher at her offer. Fear ran its cold claws down her back causing her spine to shiver as it spread through out her rigid skeleton. She tried to move her limbs, to slowly reach for her gun, and grasp it for protection the more it seemed the Turian was about to attack her. Finally, her foot took an instinctive step back to increase the distance. Her purplish eyes were filled with worry and pity, her helplessness washing over her. A loud click, followed by Voira's warning snapped her away from her frighten state. Raa's head jerked to her friend and her jaw quickly tightened in terror. The Asari held a gun out and pointed it in Tacticus' direction, the blue woman's eyes harden in warning. It was such a look that Raa doubted her ally would hesitate to take him down. It wasn't something that was acceptable as they were suppose to be working together, not fighting among themselves. She had been about to do something when Tacticus was approached by his commanding officer. Unable to get her throat to work properly, the quarian merely stood there in silent and watched him speak to his deceased friend. Her heart hurt in desire to help him through this rough time but her experience in grief was greatly lacking thanks to the effort of those around her. She had blessed to see the world's best rather than its worse, her eyes sheltered from the horrors they were likely to face. Upon hearing Voira's orders, she felt the tension leave her body and began to move toward the ship. The humans, most seeming nervous to her over either her encounter with the Turian or their situation, started to shepherd everyone into the shuttle quickly. She found a small, out of the way corner here she settled in. Her arms held her tightly as she laid against the cold metal seat and felt the immuno-boosters wearing off. She coughed slightly and merely watched the passing of bodies enter the shuttle. Each new individual filled out the space as she tried to make herself as small as possible, giving everyone enough room to fit onboard. Raa had kept silent during the trip, her body pulled upright and eyes studying the outside the ship when RK’s voice interrupted her thoughts. Though she barely listened to the sound, letting it become background noise. She had been reflecting over the scene which had happened during the station and relieved it was finally over. They were heading to safety which meant they would be parting their ways again. Something that drew a slight hint of guilt that seeped into her conscious. Would the Turian be alright? Twisted metal and melded hull floated by her window, her eyes widen as the thought slipped past her focus to a new, more morbid subject. She blinked, questioning the reason there would scrap metal out this far until it came to her what the origin might be. She gasped, her hand jerked up in a gasp. No… no! The group they were suppose to meet up with later was now nothing more than a massive grave, their corpses lingering among the ship remains. Her imagination naturally filled in the blank and lacking details causing her to jerk into Voira’s arms, her face buried in the asari’s shoulder. She had forgotten Voira’s condition in order to purge her mind of those unwanted images.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,490	30	130	1,445	9,375	Everyone got on the shuttle and left. Donny wished he could say things got better from there, but at this point Donny wasn't sure what was going to happen now. They weren't even safe; their exit surely has alerted the others on the space station of their escape. While they have an escort, there may be even more fighter craft just now being launched. Even if they escape those, where would they go? There's no cruiser nearby for them to dock in. The Charlotte was way to far for mere transport communications to reach, if they can even communicate out of here. And if things weren't bad enough, tensions between the turian cablist and the humans were growing. Donny can say honestly that he doesn't like them, and wouldn't mind not having to interact with them any further. But as it were, they were allies because everything else may be trying to kill them. But between the stress of losing soldiers, the cabalist leader threatening immediate execution for perceived insubordination, and perhaps xenophobia on both sides, these allies may end up trying to kill each other too. This was too much for Donny. This wasn't something he was trained to handle. He could rescue hostages, keep his head in a firefight, hell he could administer first aid. But this? This was out of his league. He needed to handle something within his abilities. So standing up, Donny went to look into the ship's medical supplies. While Donny and the other humans were relatively fine, he figured the others might be injuried. A few looked at him, wondering what he was up to. As Donny checked on their supplies, he also noticed that they had chocolate. And a lot of it too; at least ten bars. Some came in a different package, but it said chocolate nonetheless. Figuring his team could use a moral booster, he grabbed some of this chocolate and went back to his people. Wordlessly he showed them what he found, getting a few smiles. he passed out the chocolate bars to his fellow teammates when Seraph stopped him. "Hold on, we can't eat these." She was holding up one bar of chocolate with strange writing on it. Perhaps it was Japanese? "This is Dextro-amino chocolate. I... Won't go into the details, but basically this is for Turians and such." Looking at the chocolate, Donny looked between it and the cabalists. As if reading his mind, Seraph spoke quietly. "I don't want to make enemies out of them either, Donny. We have enough problems as it is. I won't stop you, but don't push yourself, okay? If they say no, just go." Well, that was more or less approval from his superior officer, so after handing out the human chocolate, Donny went over to the cabalist with a few bars of dextro-chocolate. He figured he'd go to the leader first, uncertain how he should approach. "Ah... We have chocolate. Dextro-amino chocolate... If you want it. I'll just leave it here for you to decide..." Leaving most of the chocolate for the cabalist leader, Donny also decided to check up on Voria and Raa. If he remembered correctly, Quarians also share a similar diet as Turians. Or could be wrong of course, but better safe than sorry, right? But when Donny went to go check up on Raa, she seemed to be in a slump. Voria wasn't in great shape either. Donny felt intrusive bothering them, but at the same time he couldn't just stand by and do nothing. So he approached, chocolate in hand. "Voria, Raa. Do you need anything? We have a surplus of omnigel on the ship, and I think some immuno boosters somewhere... I also have chocolate, if that's your thing."	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,491	30	131	507	626	Tacticus sat in the back of shuttle close to his squadmates simply staring into the floor expressionless and motionless. Sura had decided it best to give the kid some time to process his best friends death by himself. Besides she had some burns from bullet grazes on her arms that she needed to tend to. Solares however decided to get over to the window and look out towards the station. Thus being the first among the Turians to see the carnage. "By the spirits they blew it up! Did they blow up the cruiser!? It's game over man, game over-.." "Quiet down Solares." Sura said making her way up behind him and putting her hand on his shoulder to calm him down. She looked intently out the window for a few moments at the wreckage. "I don't see the Intrepid anywhere in that mess. She may have gotten out, which means we arn't quite dead yet. I would also suspect that a fleet will be organized within a few days when the Hierarchy realizes there is no response from their troops. Week maybe before they send a recon frigate through the relay, well, assuming that execution video hasn't already hit their desks." Sura grabbed a hand hold in the ceiling and looked back at her troops, most of whom were applying medi-gel to themselves for minor burns and atleast two bullet holes. "We should probably head planet side and see if we can get a communication uplink strong enough to broadcast to the system, see if we can't get in contact with our boys." She turned to head to the cockpit to tell the pilot but the ship shifted and started moving towards the world before she could even tell them. Hopefully the Humans had the same idea at this point but knowing them they might just go to ground as soon as they hit dirt. Sura decided to shelve that idea until they actually got down to the planet though, no need to start an argument in a tube hovering through the vacuum of space. Sura decided to make her way down the line of her cabalists making sure they were all good to go once they got off the shuttle. Luckily it worked out that Tacticus was at the end of the group. He was just staring at the ground not moving at all like he was in shock. She forgot sometimes that not everyone in the squad had seen combat before. The dead blank stare was not something that she was unfamiliar with. It was a common response to seeing your friend's head get blown off. Still leaning on the ceiling but standing in front of Tacticus she spoke "Hey Cactus, you dead or are you alive?" Tacticus didn't move at all so she grabbed his shoulder and shook him a bit. "Hey, you don't get to check out soldier." Tacticus jumped a little bit as he looked towards the hand that had grabbed his shoulder. His eyes took a moment to focus on Sura before he was able to stammer out "Yes...good sir, I'm good, sir." Tacticus realized that he had zoned out thinking about Numso for a minute there. He blinked his eyes to get the dried blood off his eye lids quickly before moving his still wet hand up to his eyes to try and clean them out. He ended up just mostly covering his face in more krogan blood and just elected to stop trying as he was only making it worse. "Do we... are we heading back to the fleet sir?" Sura simply shook her head no. "The planet then right? Maybe the uh...locals are still willing to help?" Sura removed her hand from his arm shoulder and responded to him. "We'll work on that once we get planetside, don't worry about it. Get your head clear, Numso embodied the spirit he's fine now. But we still have to get out this, be ready to move once we hit land." Sura hit Tacticus on the shoulder with the bottom of her fist lightly and turned around to be greeted by the Human that had almost killed them all earlier. Sura accepted the chocolate from him and was hesitant for a moment as to what to say. "Thanks Human." She quickly divided it up evenly among her troopers and even gave some to their diplomat. She figured that this may be the last sweets any of them saw for awhile may as well enjoy them. Tacticus was given the chocolate and to take his mind off the death he had just witnessed he poured all his concentration into opening the candy carefully and deliberately. He even made sure to bother breaking it along the lines. He passed it into his mouth past his mandibles and worked with his razor sharp break down the candy. It would keep his mind off it for the time being but Sura was right, he was alive, atleast for the next few minutes. He could grieve later, there was still a job to do. He sat upright on the bench and hit Tuvea in the side of her arm with the back of his hand. "How long do you think this stuff has been sitting in here?" Cactus tried to say with a more light hearted tone. Tuvea quickly responded "I don't think I wanna know." This got a half chuckle out of both of them.	Name: Tacticus Agnom Nickname: Cactus Species: Turian Age: 18 Gender: Male Stands at just over six feet. Weapons/Equipment: M-37 Tempest Submachine gun K-22 Ursus Heavy pistol Reinforced Gauntlets & gloves Skills and Abilities: Rookie - Tacticus has not participated in any combat against real hostiles. While he has been extensively trained and there are several veterans on the team, there is no true substitute to the real thing. This also lends itself to his biotics skills being limited aswell. Cabalist - At 15 when Tacticus joined the Turian military he was immediately separated from his classmen and put into a Cabal training program. Among biotic training Tacticus was also given heavily specialized training as a shock troop, meaning he is skilled with pistols, explosives, and infiltration. Combat Biotic - Tacticus's biotics are strong enough for his abilities to be used as weapons on their own. Most of his abilties are focused on augmenting his own body for the time being. Though his manipulation of mass effect fields beyond his own body are limited he only needs his hands to punch a hole through most people and objects. Pilot - As part of his training in the Cabal he is rated to pilot most vehicles if need be. Background: Tacticus was born to 40 year old parents both of whom were special forces in the Turian military. This meant that after parental leave one of them had to retire from active combat to raise Tacticus, his father ended up volunteering for the job and took a position planning operations while his mother continued her active service. Since he was an only child Tacticus was given quite a bit of attention from his father which ended up shaping him into a shinning model of Turian selflessness. Though since his parents were both serving the military Tacticus never stayed on one planet or space station long. This meant he generally had few friends which he always knew he would have to leave behind, he never became very attached to them as a consequence. That changed however when his mother was injured during an operation and forced to retire from her active combat position. When Tacticus was given the news he was pulled out of his class. The young Tacticus was so distraught learning this he accidentally discovered his biotics. From that point on Tacticus isolated himself from others his age as he did not want to hurt them. His parents knew that this would force him into the Cabals when he turned 15 so they decided it was best to wait out the last few years and provide support as best they could. When Tacticus was signing his life to the Hierarchy he was afraid of what his fellow soldiers would think of him in basic. He knew the stigma he was facing, after all his own parents didn't trust him when he first found out. While the following year was not as bad as he thought it would be it still left him alone whenever they were not doing exercises or general training. But when all of their assignments were being dolled out Tacticus was immediately assigned to the cabals. Thus began his grueling two years of training. An odd thing happened though when he became apart of the all biotic strike force. He finally felt like he was home. Most people in the cabal he was assigned to had similar stories to his and it made Tacticus feel like he truly fit in somewhere. The companionship Tacticus built up with his Cabal through blood, sweat, and tears during their demanding endurance exercises and the fact that they were alone together made him become extremely close with his squad and vice versa. The squad spirit that was exemplified through their well oiled actions later in training was one of power and determination to assist the Hierarchy in any way possible. Recently the squad was given a handler and moved to the outer reaches of colonized space. They are set to provide security in the Pylos Nebula and to deal with any more dangerous elements that always pop up on new colonies. Currently however they have been assigned to a ship that will act as their temporary home.
1,492	30	132	799	7,421	Raa Raa’s face buried into the asari’s smoother, grimy skin. It was smeared with blood, dirt, and worse since their last fight. The woman struggling to breath against Raa’s additional weight as she held her close, trying to comfort the crumbling Quarian. Her lids squeezed close while she bit back the sobs edging into her throat, her heart growing with grief and fear. It tried to crawl up her windpipe, not caring of her own desires, and escape through her lips in muffled whimpers she bit back. Tears had started to trickle down her cheeks where they damped the purplish toned flesh, her body shaken with the undeniable proof they might not escape this nightmare after all. She wasn’t as strong as Voira. Never was and she knew deep down, hated it even. It was painful to acknowledge she was a burden, a weakling, without combative skills or traits able to be used in extreme gunfights and life or death situations. If anything she almost gotten her friends killed several times over and still, Voira still put her life on the line for her. Anymore negative was erased when Raa spotted movement out of her peripheral vision. She tilted back and raised her head, noting the human holding out a bar of chocolate. She blinked, her hand raised to wipe away dampness, then her face cracked into a warmer smile. “Thank you, and Voira needs medical attention. Can you bring the first aid kit or ask the Turian medic to look her over.” Her hand raised to check the Asari’s temperature, then the heart rate at her wrist. “As for me, just bring some blankets, fluid and show me a place I can lay down so I can wait this out. Better to get ready to adjust to another place rather than suck down all our medical supplies just to keep running.” After briefly checking Voira, she raised a hand to take the chocolate and shifted to adjust her front. Her fingers slowly unwrapped the tin, the aroma filling her exposed nose. Immediately she was reminded of a tale by her father about her people when their immune systems were so dangerously weak, even the action she was committing use to fatal to them. It was thanks to the Geth her generation had the luxury to walk around a planet without being restricted to their suits all the time. Before Raa took a bit, she continued to speak. “Funny really. To think what I’m currently doing, with my helmet off and destroyed, would’ve been fatal to Quarians like my grandfather Pai’Seef’s generation. If we hadn’t evolve since the Reaper Wars then I would worse than just sick right now. And no amount of immuno-boosters could save me, pretty lucky uh?” She broke a small chunk off, missing the dividing line and instead cracked a jagged one across another small section. It made it much better than the designed proportion was suppose to be but she didn’t care. She easily popped it into her mouth then sucked on the rich favor. Pushing to her check side, she continued as politely as she could without showing her food. “At least the tensions have died out. With any luck, and hope, we’ll arrive on planet and be back to our normal lives. Through it’s frightening to see the damage caused and lives loss.” At mentioning death, her body leaned forward to spy Tacticus concentrating on unwrapping his own chocolate. His eyes squinted, mandibles wiggled in little movements, and fingers scratched away at the fragile foil. When he finally started to bite down on it, his beak breaking it down, he shifted to another cabal’s bench then swatted her arm for her attention. Through Raa couldn’t hear the conversation, it was a nice sensation filling her up to see the Turian who so upset and angry trying to heal.	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,493	30	133	1,445	9,375	Nodding his head Donny looked towards the others. The cablist seemed to be talking about their next plan, but looking at his own people Donny could see they were patching up their injuries and checking their weapons. They weren't out of the fire yet. Knowing that the turian's ship had be destroyed, or something, and that the Charlotte was long gone, Donny knew that they'd have to go planet side. There wasn't much other choice; this shuttle wouldn't make it to the nearest Mass Rely point before getting found, and they lacked the supplies to make it that far anyways. Humorously, Donny wondered that if he was trapped here with everyone, how long it'd take before they would all have to resort to cannibalism. But the humor of that thought was quickly drowned out by the idea that it's more likely that tensions between the Cabalist and humans would turn violent long before any of them would start starving. Shaking those thoughts off, Donny decided to focus on more immediate concerns. Raa wanted someone to check on Voria. She wasn't looking too hot, even for an Asari. Either a medkit or for one of the turians, but Donny didn't want to impose on the cabalist anymore than he had to. They had some medkits, so that wasn't a problem. Getting Raa some blankets and such shouldn't be too hard either, though this was hardly a luxury craft. Thermal blankets and chairs were all he could offer as bedding. At least they had plenty of both. As for fluids, once more Donny was uncertain. This was a human shuttle, and while nearly all their supplies were up to Alliance Standards, Donny wasn't sure if they meant standard for humans or for all aliens. Just to be safe, he'd ask Seraph about it. Before he'd leave to get the things Raa start musing to herself. A few generations ago having her helmet off like now would be fatal to her; Donny suppose even doing something as simple as eating chocolate would be gambling with death. If it weren't for the geth and their partnership, things would have turned out much differently for her. Donny wondered if she was trying to tell him something or if she was just delirious. Honestly, Donny wasn't exactly operating with a full deck of cards either. He was... Mechanical, in action and mindset. He wasn't thinking very hard about the dangers, the deaths, the things they'd have to do in the future. All he was thinking was about the next step. He wouldn't blame Raa for her current state of mind; at least she was lucid enough to know what to back down. If Donny was commanded to start opening fire, he may have already pulled the trigger before he would begin to wonder what he was suppose to be shooting at. Donny went to retrieve the medkits from the cabinets. "Good for lacerations, perforations, and mild incineration." Donny mumbled to himself. Hopefully Voria wasn't too injured, because short of filling her with omnigel this was the best they got. While he was here he also grabbed a couple of military blankets. They were made of a thick synesthetic wool, very multipurpose. They could choke out a fire, retain heat, be used to deflect/gather water, and staunch bleeding. They were 50x50 inches. In Donny's head that meant the blanket was just a little over 4 feet length and width. "Heh... Blankie was only a little bit smaller. Maybe." Lastly Donny grabbed a single bottle of water with some tablets he found in the cabinets. He recognized the tablets as being the sort you put into non-purified water in order to kill the hostile bacteria in them, but he wasn't sure how a Quarian would react to it. "Or, maybe I'm just overthinking it. It's water. Not like she's from some cliche alien movie from the 20th century..." Donny returned with an armful of the things Raa asked. Medkit for Voria, a some blankets, fluids, and tablets for Raa. Dropping off the medkit for Voria, Donny set the blankets with Raa. "There's some extra chairs you can lay down in. If you can rest sitting up they should be fine. Also got some blankets and water for you. I uh... Don't know if quarians can drink... Human water, so here's some tablets I think that might help. I think. Hopefully... Right, I'll go help Voria with her injuries now. If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask." Donny was about to turn towards Voria when he remembered something important: his name. he wasn't certain if Raa ever heard his actual name. "Oh, I'm Donny by the way. Donny Yang." Looking towards Voria, Donny cracked open the medkit and turned towards the Asari. "Now then, is there anything you need help with? I'm trained in first-aid and battlefield medicine." Of course he didn't mention that it was only basic training, and that he's never worked on an actual living person. Sure he's worked on holographic simulations before, but it was easy to become desensitized to just the visual stuff. To actually feel blood and bones... Not something Donny's ever dealt with before.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,494	30	134	739	6,473	Once the shuttle diverted towards the planet’s surface, it would only be approximately ten minutes before they would be landing at the temporary settlement. The interceptors remained close alongside the shuttle in case they were threatened by enemy fighters. Although, Avatar’s scans of the enemy fleet did not indicate that they had been detected. Or, if they had, they were not giving a response to the escaping shuttle. Based on Avatar’s scans of the enemy frigates, they were venting heat at a level consistent with what it would expect within ten minutes of the end of heavy usage. As such, it could predict with 73% certainty that the engagement between the two fleets had ended shortly before their departure from the station. At first, the three ships headed towards the surface at a steep angle in order to get deeper into the atmosphere, which would reduce the ability of the enemy fleet to detect their heat signatures. However, once, they were in the lower stratosphere, they redirected their course to take them straight to the temporary settlement. The areas which they were flying over were not heavily populated, but even so, they remained within the clouds whenever possible in order to reduce their visual signature as well. At the high speeds at which they were traveling, it only took five more minutes before they started to slow to an approach velocity and radioed ahead to the settlement. There was no response from the settlement at first, but once Avatar transmitted the identification code it had been given as a diplomat on the mission, they were cleared for landing. The settlement itself was small, and consisted entirely of prefabricated structures placed in a cleared section of a temperate forest. According to Avatar’s records, it had 127 inhabitants, including security personnel. Most of the settlers had a role in preparing the planet for the larger planned colonization, such as botanists, geologists, surveyors, and the remaining diplomats who had not been in attendance in the meeting aboard the space station. Unfortunately, the settlement was not heavily defended, as it was meant to rely primarily on the fleet for protection at this early stage of colonization. All of the settlement’s landing pads were currently occupied when the three ships arrived, so they were directed to land in a cleared area of the forest a few meters outside the main settlement, along with several other shuttles and other vehicles of various classifications. There were Turian, Human, and Quarian shuttles, some of which were military models, which suggested that at least some other ships had managed to escape from the battle above. Once they had landed, Avatar transferred itself back into its platform within the shuttle. The Geth seemed to spark back to life suddenly, then lifted itself back to its feet just as the shuttle’s ramp was being lowered. Once it was, it revealed four Turian soldiers, all with their rifles trained on the shuttle’s passengers. However, it only took seeing the uniforms of the Humans and the Cabal for them to recognize that they were allies. “They’re clear, stand down.” One of the Turian’s ordered, prompting them all to lower their weapons. Behind the soldiers, Avatar could see a veritable swarm of activity in and around the settlement. Soldiers and settlers alike seemed to be stripping the settlement bare and loading anything they could into both ground and air vehicles. The Turian stepped forward and looked into the shuttle. “A passenger shuttle; good, we’ll need it.” He said, more to himself than anyone. “Apologies for the rush, but as you can see, we’re evacuating the settlement. Twenty-five minutes until we leave. If you have any spare room in there, we have settlers in need of transport. We’re trying to bring as many supplies as we can, so we need all the space we can get. Do you have any wounded aboard? We still have spare medical supplies, for now.”	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,495	30	135	2,025	3,680	Voira, slumped against the wall of the shuttle as she was, winced as Raa suddenly buried her head into her shot shoulder. Still, she didn't complain, merely putting an arm around the Quarian and comforting her as best she was able. "Shh Raa, it's okay. Don't look." She murmured, ignoring how everything seemed to hurt and she couldn't breathe quite right. Raa needed her and she wasn't about to let something as simple as physical discomfort get in the way of that. She continued to murmur softly to the Quarian, up until the point where the human walked up. Voira let Raa do the talking. She was too damn tired to put enough effort required into explain all that they would need. Voira waved away the chocolate. "We don't like chocolate." She gave a weary smile as Raa rattled off all the things they would need after checking her. As she watched the human moved away she turned to look at Raa. "And you thought you'd never be in the position where you were taking care of us. Granted, we'd have preferred it where we were sick, or something similar, rather than shot all to hell. Still, we'll take what we can get." She winked at Raa, before turning to watch the remainder of their group. The stupid Turian was recovering as best he could, given what had happened. RK was suspiciously silent. No sarcastic comments, no little quips, just silence. It made Voira wonder what the bitch of an AI was up too. Before the Asari could muse any more, the human returned with the supplies and introduced himself. "Pleasure to meet you Donny. We're shot in the shoulder and hand, have a broken rib, a bruised lung, lacerations on our face, shrapnel in our other shoulder, and Goddess knows what else that we haven't noticed. We managed to tourniquet our shoulder and Medi-gel our hand. The rest we were to busy being shot at to fix." She gestured to the blanket wrapped around her shoulder. She smirked at the human preparing to try to patch her up. "Start where ever you please Doctor Donny. We've got nothing but time and Ryncol." After the shuttle landed, Voira finishing her glass of Ryncol, the Asari reacted instinctively to the sight of more people pointing guns at her. She pulled her own pistol and threw a barrier on Raa once more, waiting for the bullets to fly again. When they all stood down and the Turian began talking, largely to himself, Voira spoke up from her position on the floor. "Where, exactly, are you all evacuating too?"	Name: Voira Sirosi Species: Asari Age: 125 Gender: Female Appearance: Voira Voira is unnaturally tall for an Asari, standing at 6ft exactly. She attributes it to her father. Weapons/Equipment: -Thunder Assault Rifle -Viper Shotgun -Two Razer pistols -Bottle of Ryncol -Omni-tool, which she only uses for application and storage of her large supply of omni gel, and as a melee weapon in a pinch. -Several different types of ammos (specifically, shredder rounds, Anti-armor rounds, poison rounds, and explosive rounds.) Skills and Abilities: -Powerful biotic. Due to rigorous training in biotic strength from her adoptive mother and the variety of skill sets she learned from her adoptive family, Voira is both a powerful biotic and a versatile one -Skilled combatant. Another thing her adoptive mother and family’s insisted on. From a young age(50, to be exact) Voira had been trained in combat by all members.From the training of the Serrice Guard, to pirate combat, to Krogan battle training, Voira has been taught well. -Field Medic. Voira is good at patching people up, if Omni-Gel isn’t on hand, especially during the heat of battle. Background: Voira knows firsthand what it’s like to lose everything in an instant. She was still a child at 48 years old when the Reapers finally made it to the Asari home world. She lost both her biological parents(A Krogan for her father) and her twin sister. That was the most devastating blow. While she had loved her parents, she had had a deep bond with her sister that was only increased by their biotic abilities. They could hear each other’s thoughts, feel what the other was feeling and were even referring to themselves in plural rather than singular. They were, in short, inseparable. Then the Reapers came, and Voira’s world was remade in fire and ash. She doesn’t remember much of the actual event. Bits and pieces. She remembered panic, fear, running, hiding, praying to the Asari goddess, a collapsing building, and being trapped alone. Then there was a blinding red light, blistering pain, and a screaming in her head she thought would never stop. She didn’t know how long it had been when she woke to the sounds of people arguing. Someone, with a deep gravelly voice, wanted to leave. Someone else wanted to stay and look for ‘the extraction target’ a little while longer. Other voices commented for or against the idea of leaving, but those were the ones Voira heard the most. She tried calling for help once. All that came out was a soft rasp. She tried twice, and winced at the pain in her throat. The voices sounded like they were going away, leaving. Panic filled her and Voira screamed for help. Pain wracked her body and she ended up coughing violently, tasting blood coughed up from her ravaged throat. Despite the pain, her cry for helped work. Through the familiar and comforting blue glow of biotics, her tomb of rubble was removed. The first face she saw was an Asari, reaching down to haul her out. Voira sobbed in relief, wrapping her arms around the mercenary, pressing her face against the emblem on her chest. The other Asari’s arms wrapped around her, holding her close. The last thing Voira heard before falling back unconscious was, “We’re taking her with us.” When Voira next awoke, she was on a strange ship, with the same Asari sitting next to her, quietly watching. After introductions were done and it was explained, where she was and that, that she wasn’t well enough to leave on her own, Voira slipped back into sleep. Almost Every time she woke up, Voira found Dahlia, as the Asari had introduced herself, sitting there. Sometimes she would look ragged, as if she had just come from a fight, but she would always be quietly there, waiting and watching over her. They would talk, quietly, and then Voira would grow tired again and slip back into sleep. It continued like this for an uncertain amount of time for Voira, before she was well enough to wander the ship on her own. The war had been won in her rest. The Reapers destroyed, the human Shepard dying to activate the Crucible. Voira didn’t care. It had finally hit her. Her family was dead, her other half killed by the burning beam of the Reapers. What did she have to live for? Tevura caught her the first time. Biotics knocked the pistol from her hand and pinned her to the wall. Ignoring her screams of rage and curses, the mercenary commander merely looked at her with sad, understanding eyes. Various others stopped her next dozen tries. A Krogan, a human, another Asari, and a Quarian being the most frequent. Finally, Tevura’s eyes went from sad and understanding to hard and pitiless. She told Voira, bluntly, that she was acting like a selfish child, that her family and least of all her twin wouldn’t want her killing herself needlessly, and if she felt like explaining to her family why she was so selfish as to join them before she had to die it was her choice. Before she exited the door she made one final comment. If Voira chose to live, Tevura would want to adopt her. She then left Voira with a pistol. For a long time Voira stayed in that room. Multiple times she almost did it. She put the gun to her head and nearly pulled the trigger. Finally, she put it down for good. Tevura was right, her family wouldn’t approve and she couldn’t tell if she was more afraid of their condemnation when she met them in whatever afterlife there was, or if the idea of ‘Embracing eternity’ permanently was what terrified her. She walked out into the hallway, smiling slightly at the clear relief on Tevura’s face, and said she accepted. What followed next was decades of training by her new adoptive family. Over time she began to see them not as those who took her in and finally as her new family. Even Tasi, who scared her sometimes, she grew to love. She even met what she considered to be her extended family, that is, the surviving Barbacus crew. About thirty-five years ago, she hit the maiden stage and declared herself ready to go see what the universe had to offer. Tevura(who had told Voira her secrets long ago), agreed to let her go, but made sure she was prepared. The next several decades were spent wandering, getting into adventures with mercenary groups and generally exploring the universe and what it had to offer. She never stayed in one place for very long, always moving on to see the next big thing the universe had. She hunted thresher maws with Krogans, fought(and was nearly killed by) a Drell assassin, and even charged into the teeth of a battalion of Elcor soldiers. However, the experience she remembers most fondly is when she met Raa’Kina. The Quarian was trying to back out of a shady deal with five Turians who were rather…insistent that she pay them for services rendered, one way or another. When, after a comment by the Quarian, the Turians started getting a little too touchy with the Quarian Voira decided to intervene. Two of them were dead before they realized what was happening, and the rest were knocked over by a biotic blast while the Quarian rapidly backpedaled into cover. What happened next was a traditional firefight, with them both to busy concentrating on not dying to do introductions. After the remaining Turians were killed they introduced themselves. Raa’Kina was so naïve and cheerful and friendly that Voira couldn’t just leave her alone. What started out as a simple escort to safer areas turned into, after some time talking to Raa’Kina, into a decision to not let the Quarian go on her own through her pilgrimage. At least for a little while. She’s still following Raa. Misc Details: -Voira’s favored drink is Ryncol, a drink she picked up from her aunt Kalros. -While on a trip to Earth with her uncle Dave, Voira picked up the habit of smoking. More specifically, Earth Cuban Cigars. She quit years ago, but she still carries around a pack of them. Not to smoke, but to chew on when she’s thinking hard or to smell to calm nerves. -Voira still refers to herself in plural. I or me becomes we, mine becomes ours, etc.
1,496	30	136	1,445	9,375	Eh heh, right. I'll get you fixed up ASAP. Of course, Donny could only deal with some of the injuries personally. After helping Voria out of her armor, Donny did his best to remove the shrapnel, set bones, and liberally apply medi-gel to all injured areas. It was rather.... Intimate, as Donny was having some skin-contact with an asari in places very close to sensitive areas. But Donny's own nervousness and the fact that Voria was bloodied and bruised made it far less erotic than rubbing down an asari with medi-gel could have been. When Donny went to treat Voria's shoulder, he learned that her "Tourniquet" is actually his baby blanket, tightly coiled up and covered in asari blood. "Dwha!? This is my blanket!" Donny exclaimed somewhat loudly. He didn't make too big of a deal out of it though, folding it up neatly and putting it aside as he continued to operate on Voria. Eventually Donny did everything he could using his limited about of first-aid knowledge. Her surface wounds would heal, and assuming she doesn't get hit by a vehicle and shot again her bones should be fine. Or so Donny hopes. The fact that Voria wasn't screaming bloody murder or tried to murder him bloodily for trying at least told the human that what he was doing wasn't hurting her. So after patching her up Donny cleaned himself down as he noticed the ship entering the colony planet. Donny had to buckle in as the ship made it's decent, grabbing his equipment as everyone got ready to hit the ground. Once the ship landed Donny and his crew got ready to leave. They were greeted by turians and their rifles, but fortunately before any shots were fired they were identified as friendly. From here Donny kept his mouth shut and let Eleanore and Seraph do the talking. Mostly Eleanore since she was the ambassador. "We have a few wounded, yes. But what is the status of this settlement? It appears that everyone is being relocated. Have those terrorist made any moves to make an assault here?" Indeed, seeing the settlers fleeing for their lives was unsettling. They weren't even going to fight for their homes, which either marks them as cowards or they were fleeing from an obviously larger threat. Donny gripped his grandfather's knife, hoping to gleam some determination from the blade.	Name: Donny "Dong" Yang (Dong was the nickname he was given during training. It's on his dossier now) Species: Human Age: 24 Gender: Male Appearance: Weapons/Equipment: Primary: Storm Shotgun I Secondary: Kessler Pistol I Explosive: Cain Trip Mine Armor: Light Mercenary Armor IV Supplementary: Military Grade Ariake Omnitool IV Personal Effects: A tribal knife (Donny calls it "Grandpa's Knife") Skills and Abilities: Donny is a well trained Vanguard for the System Alliance. He's put a lot of focus on honing his biotic powers, though he is also handy with a shotgun. He has access to Barriers, Biotic Charges, Nova, Pulls, Shockwaves, and keeps a good Fitness. He also makes use of Cyro Ammunition to immobilize his targets. When it comes to hand-to-hand combat Donny is also quite capable, augmenting his strength with his biotic powers as well as utilizing various melee weapons. He has a particular fondness for knives and axes. Outside of combat however, Donny is a stickler for rules and laws. While he lacks the cunning to bend the laws like a lawyer, he could make for a decent officer of the law if he wasn't prone to acting on his own either. And while he follows the rules well enough, he has the sense and willingness to ignore them when necessity demands, as well as uphold them when he must. Donny also has various skills in arts and crafts, largely stemming from his hobby developed during college. Donny also has skills playing the saxophone as he was once part of his highschool and college jazz club, though he hasn't really picked up the instrument since he joined Systems Alliance military. Background: Donny had a legacy to uphold. A fairly minor one, all things considered, but for him and his family it was an important one. His grand father participated in the defense of Earth during the Reaper Wars, becoming one of the many heroes who were willing to lay they lives on the line to defend their home. He served as one of the men who volunteered themselves to stem back the tusk of reaper controlled minions, holding the line long enough not only to survive that nightmarish day, but to see the future that Commander Shepard had made for humanity. After the war, Donny's grandfather quickly retired due to the massive PTSD he received. But he was able to recover long enough to have children. Donny's father was the youngest of four, and Donny himself the youngest of four children from him. From a young age, Donny's father was proud of his father's accomplishments as a soldier, but his grandfather refused to let his son join the System Alliance or the military. He didn't want his children to face the same thing he did. But even so, Donny's father did his best to uphold his father's legacy. And he did so by joining the Ariake Technology firm, which he was able to do thanks to the extensive network of friends and contacts he made during college. By the time Donny was ten years old, his father had managed to get himself to the position of manager. The combination of his father's own wealth as well as the accomplishments of his grandfather made sure Donny was born with a silver spoon, but also underneath a huge shadow. Growing up, Donny was never really motivated to "Excel". He did live with the future expectation that he was going to take care of his parents, just as his own father took care of his grandfather and grandmother (In Donny's family, the youngest son takes care of the parents when they are too old to work for themselves), but as far as personal ambitions went, Donny was fairly simple minded. He enjoyed slacking off more than he enjoyed working, even when he only had to work with problems that were, all things considered, easy. He wasn't exactly spoiled, but that didn't mean he wasn't lazy when it came to work. he felt that it was more important to appeal to his family than it was to appeal to his education. But even so, he continued to disappoint. Growing up Donny lived under the shadow of not only his father and grandfather, but by the rest of his family. His mother was much better at public relations than his own father was; while he could crunch numbers and make sure the deliveries happen on time, his mother was more-or-less leading the commercial and marketing division. Donny's older brother became a doctors who would work as an equal amongst the likes of salarians. His sister became a politician and potential candidate for Prosecutor General. Even Donny's little sister was going to be an aspiring artist, and was already part of a popular video game developer, publisher, and distribution company working as one of their magic graphic designers. As for Donny himself... Donny lacked any aspiration but to hopefully be able to take care of his parents. Even when he had very little idea of "how" he was going to take care of them, considering that he never even bothered to learn the family business. He had very few accomplishments under his belt that wasn't dwarfed by the achievements of his siblings. His only true saving grace is the fact that out of the four siblings, he has the best relationship with his grandfather. Years after the reaper wars, Donny's grandfather, after the death of his wife and Donny's grandmother, lived the rest of his life making knives, much like the one he used in the reaper war. Donny was interested in his grandfather's hobby and learned much from him, listening to his stories and talking to him about current events. They compared Donny's naive interpretations to his grandfather's wizened experience. It was those time that Donny built the foundation of his childish ambitions. He wanted to become someone like his grandfather; a hero. But Donny's own father wasn't quite so accepting to this idea. Largely due to the fact that his own grandfather did not allow him to become a soldier, he made Donny go to college to learn how to manage the business with Ariake Technologies. But Donny had no desire to maintain his studies at the college. He barely attended for more than a year before Donny flunked out. His father was enraged and demanded Donny to return to college, but by this point the young boy was now a young man. He had resigned from college to join the System Alliance, using his family's credentials to earn him a place amongst the military. Since than the relationship between Donny and his family had become strained, and he doesn't even know how his grandfather feels about this turn of events. But Donny had only one ambition, and for once, he wanted to feel like he was more than just their "son". He wanted to be great. He wanted to think that he was capable of more than just upholding a legacy, but making one himself. Training with the System Alliance was certainly harder than college however. Donny was beaten, broken, and tossed aside (metaphorically speaking, but it happened literally a few times as well), but unlike in college Donny had the drive to continue onward. Basic training went by quickly but painfully. During that time he also discovered his latent biotic abilities. When Donny came to the realization of what he was capable of, he jumped on the opportunity without any forethought of what sort of pain he was going through. Since he lacked the conditioning from youth, the lessons he underwent to hone his biotic abilities were harsh and brutal, along with the standard course for his regular military training. It was not BAaT, but with how much damage Donny was doing to himself one would think they were bringing the practice back. But no, Donny simply allowed himself to suffer the pain and torment of his training to achieve his childhood ambition. His naive and thoughtless desire to become some concept of a "hero". But first he had to become a soldier. Donny spent a good portion of his "Military Career" training, largely due to his lack of previous experience with his latent biotic powers. From the age 19 to 23, he spent drilling and honing his biotic abilities with military efficiency. He made very few friends, and those who did either dropped out or graduated due to having more innate abilities than he did. But he did not allow himself to quit. He felt that he had given up the only thing he had already. He had thrown away the honor of his family to pursue this desire of his, and he couldn't bare the thought of returning to them defeated. He'd sooner take his own life than to betray his ambitions. Within four years he was deemed competent enough to be allowed to officially serve as a System Alliance soldier. It was a great moment for Donny, one of many he hopes to have in his life. To him, the door to being the hero he imagined that his grandfather had become was finally open to him. It was a road full of risk, failure, and disappointment. But for once Donny did not dwell on those negative aspects. He only saw what he could accomplish, and vowed to make good use of what he was now able to do. It wasn't long before Donny was given his first assignment, and a fairly big one at that. He was to accompany a of soldiers with a System Alliance to provide military assets, along with protecting one of their diplomats on a new colony. Donny had never left Earth before, and now he was going to travel to the far reaches of the universe to find a new planet where he could potentially live. It was a big step for him. Big enough that, for once in the last four years, he contacted his family. The first person he spoke to was his older brother. They had a fairly decent understanding of one another, brotherhood and all, which allowed him to get into contact with his sisters. His elder sister worried greatly for him due to her knowledge of the colony and warned Donny not to hurt their relationship with the alien colonist. His little sister was annoyingly casual about it, asking him to bring back souvenirs. But she also expressed the desire for him to come home, which he was able to pick up amongst her requests. Next was his mother, whom he barely was able to speak to due to the tears she was practically shedding through the phone. But she wanted to tell Donny that she forgave him for quitting college and that she would still love him regardless of what path in life he chose. His father was "Unavailable" at the time, though he didn't pry further to discover if he simply didn't want to talk to him or not. And than there was his grandfather. Donny would have three days before he would board the ship that would take him to the new colony. Within those three days he visited his grandfather while the rest of the family was out. There he and Donny had a talk about the path he was on. His grandfather explained to him the horrors he faced before he even fought the Reapers. His time against a horde of krogan shocktroopers, the horrors of the heretic geth and their reaper-empowered servants, even the slaughter that happened when a thresher maw of all things made planetside right on top of an outpost he was stationed at. He warned Donny against joining the System Alliance and told him that he could pull some strings to get Donny to at least stay on Earth. But Donny told his grandfather that he was going to go. He was going to keep the promise he made to himself to be a hero, and he can't be one here. He had to go out into the world and be part of that change, not just wish and support it with words and ideals. His grandfather solemnly accepted this, knowing that his grandson was dead set. So he gave Donny something that would help him: his combat knife he used to great effect during the Reaper War. It was not a standard issue design, but rather made by Donny's own grandfather using military grade composite metals. A blade worthy of a the Spectres. But that wasn't the only gift Donny would receive. The last day before he would leave to the new colony his father had delivered him a gift: An advanced suit of armor and an Omnitool, both from Ariake Technologies. There was no letter or message with them aside that it came form his father, but Donny understood why he gave him these things. He wanted his son to be alive. He wanted him to come home one day. Despite not being standard issue, Donny donned his father's armor and Omnitool, gathered his equipment, and took his first step off Earth and into the brave new world.
1,497	30	137	739	6,473	The Turian commander motioned quickly to one of his men. "Get a medic over here as soon as possible." He ordered before returning his attention to those in the shuttle. "The enemy hasn't moved on our position yet, but we think it's only a matter of time. Our fleet gave them more trouble than they were probably expecting, but they're regrouping as we speak. I don't know the exact coordinates of where we're going, but the orders came down from General Artus himself, just before we lost contact with his cruiser. Until we know more, we're following that order." The Turian's gaze shifted towards the two interceptors on either side of the shuttle. "You also have fighters. Those will be useful, just have your..." He began, but interrupted himself when he saw into the cockpits. "...where are your pilots?" "These interceptor craft were piloted remotely." Avatar answered simply. The commander, finally noticing the Geth among the group in the shuttle, regarded it strangely. "Um, right. Well, we have pilots in need of ships, so we can make use of them. Just stay here in your shuttle; we will get moving shortly." He responded. The soldiers left quickly, though the medic they had called for was not far behind. As she was properly supplied and trained, she was able to give Voira and the other wounded more comprehensive medical attention. At the very least, their bleeding was stopped completely and they were given an anesthetic to dull most of the pain. They would need time to recover, but they were all stable. After the medic left, several civilians, and one or two soldiers, from the settlement were directed into their shuttle as well. The vessel had already been crowded, so by the time the pilot was ordered to close the loading ramp and prepare for takeoff, there was standing room only in the shuttle's hold. Those who were not in the best physical condition, such as Raa and Voira, were given priority for seating, but most were not given that luxury. Because of the crowding most in the shuttle could not see clearly out of the windows, but the sounds of the engines roaring to life around them told them that they were taking off. Presumably, they would be flying over the ground vehicles in a convoy to whatever destination the Turian general had given them. Other than that, however, they had not been told much of the plan. Pretty much everyone who was not sitting was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with someone else. Many of the civilians from the settlement seemed to be only a few steps short of panicking. Some tried to keep it to themselves, some sobbed quietly, while others did what they could to give support to those who needed it. Despite these conditions, this was the first chance that anyone from the station had to actually stop and rest, mentally and physically. Near to Raa, a young, nervous, blonde-haired Human woman glanced down to the unconscious Quarian nervously. A few minutes passed in silence, but she eventually spoke up shakily. "S-she looks sick. What does she have? Is it...contagious?"	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.
1,498	30	138	799	7,421	Raa Raa leaned into Voira’s front, sleeping. Due to the crowded state of the shuttle, most people had to stand and keep each other up as the machine rocked to life. A low, monstrous rumble sounded through the interior . Her forehead leaned against the cold metal and allowed it to cold her growing fever. for every moments she just laid there, her body propped up by Voira and just being bounced around by the shuttle’s movements. Her heart beated softly while she rattled in her breathing yet she knew she was going to be fine. A blanket was wrapped about her and she snuggled deeper into it, trying not to hurt her friend anymore than she already had. She was too tired to care for the sounds filling the scene until someone spoke. It was a woman causing her eyes to slip open and look with a tired expression. Her voice was strained through a budding sore throat as she sat up weakly. Her arm stretched out and helped brace her upright, her head slightly dizzy in the sudden change in position. This caused her right hand to reach and touch her temple, hoping to stop the spinning. For a moment Raa thought she was going to be sick. Her stomach curled and tightened, souring with the jarring, as she inhaled slowly. After a few breaths she turned to the human woman with a faint smile. “Not unless you’re a Quarian and even then, you would have to have not properly braced yourself for an environment change.” Ras said politely, then added to clear her statement up. “My illness is because my body is adjusting to being outside my suit before I prepared for it. So no, it’s not contagious.” RK’s voice scoffed from the omnitool as she snipped off in her snide voice. “Humans, expect to be treated like equals yet they don’t even educate their own species over others. Typical.” Still weak, Raa lifted her arm meekly and frowned at her AI friend. “RK, please not today. I’m not up to it.” RK looked to the side, her holographic bust floating near Raa, in a sheepish manner then sighed. “Alright but she pops off about something just as stupid... Quiet is the last thing I aim to be.”	Name: Raa’Kina (Raa for short) Species: Quarian. Age: 21 Gender: female Appearance: Raa’Kina, outside her suit, looks like most other Quarians her young age. She has the pale, humanoid figure with the bowed legs, three digit hands, and two toe feet, all of it standing at a total of 5’6” in height. Lean muscle and a subtle mix of curves grace her frame, including a modest bust, common in the fairer gender of her race. Under the mask, her face has soft, rounded features whenever she compares her own to her mother’s far more angular and mature ones. It seems her illuminating pupils tend to ooze empathy and scream naivety in every look, a trait she founds more annoying than elegant as some of her suitors put it. Two dark lines trace her neck front, branching off in the common found way, with two lines running from her slanted eyes to her hairline. Though these traits are common, she also has her own personal design and choices in style that makes her stand out in her own right. Namely to give her more individuality compared to other Quarians her own age group. Her dark, raven black hair is cut short, shaggy with wavy bangs as its tossed naturally into a playful mess. Just at the nape of her neck is a single section left untouched and roped into a braid that reaches to the neck base, held together by wiring that holds personal value. Weapons/Equipment: Pistol- Basic and simple, she uses this to protect herself during her piligramage Omnitool- Raa’Kina’s toy when she was younger was her omnitool, enjoying mathical algorithms to a streaming lines of data and much later became her must need item on her person at all times. It has both the most widely and common Quarian applications, alongside some of her personalized designed ones. One she’s very proud in is a navigation program that hasn’t failed her and was designed thanks to help from her human great aunt (adopted) Devryn. AI- An artificial intelligence evolved from an older VI programming by her grandfather Pai’Seef. Since the Reaper War and the fact the AI had been helpful, her grandfather’s punishment was somewhat lighter than prewar times though he still willingly accepted it. Once known as Raa’Kina, the AI now goes by RK for short due to the two sharing a name. RK is blunt, logical yet has a sense Quarian nature to her interactions and expressions which makes it seem she is nothing more than another organic on the omnitool comm. Despite her emotional display in her visual, she can’t fully understand the emotions she shows or why they are appropriate for the occasion. Sometimes she can seem a bit insensitive or rude, her attitude designed by Pai’Seef and long since evolved into her own. Skills and Abilities: Software knowledge and talent- Raa’Kina is a logical, if cheerful individual, who is very talented in software area of technology. She can repair, rebuild, or salvage almost any sort of software there which makes sense why her homeworld believed she was a good choice for this mission. Sadly, like her grandfather who she inherited the talent from, her skills in actually building the machine is sadly is average compared to her software abilities. Decent Shooter- Raa’Kina can and does practice the base marksman skills for her pistol, namely to prevent injuring someone who doesn’t deserve it. And that’s anyone who has the nerve to attack her or her allies. Sadly she’s not perfect in this skill and distance does tend to matter with her aim, the farther distance the target is from her location then the harder it is to hit it. However, she won’t shoot unless she’s got a high chance at hitting it. Tech Powers Basics: Blow torch- basic engineer tool used for welding and cutting metals. Scanner- determine flaws, damages, and other details on an inanimate object Flashlight- enable to see in dark places Dispenser- holds medi-gel and any converted omni-gel used for unlocking stubborn doors Camera- able to take images and store them within her omnitool Games unit- solution to boredom problems Fash- able to cause a brief, overpowering flare of light that can blind surrounding enemies Duration: few seconds Recharge: 10 seconds Hacking- able to jack into machines, doors, and even other omni-tools (later much harder) Omni-blade- super heated, disposable blade used to peel off aged bolts Sabotage: Overheats and disables weapons requiring the affected target to eject and reload their thermal clip before being able to use again. In addition, it can hack and turn hostile synthetics into allies. Recharge Speed: 8 seconds or more (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Medium (target must be tagged/scanned before hand for hijacking a synthetic) Target Number: 1 Dampener: Increases explosion radius of proximity mines, or like explosion items. It also shuts down both surrounding enemy tech and biotic abilities, temporary disabling a small group for a short time but at a high recharging time cost. Recharge Speed: 40 seconds (3-4 posts estimated) Range: Close (within eyesight)Target Number: small group (3-4) Overload: Overloads electronics by creating a power surge and also stunning her enemies for a brief time. Effective against shields, barriers, and synthetics. Not nearly as effective on organics, if at all. Recharge Speed: 8 or more seconds (once every 1-2 posts) Range: Close (within eyesight) Target Number: 1 Tactical Cloaking: By reflecting and wrapping light about the user, it renders them invisible. Sight is the only sense affected as the user can still be smelt, heard and felt if she careless enough. Once hit, the shield shuts down and the user is revealed back to a visible status. This doesn’t protect the user besides hiding her from sight, still allowing her to be hurt or possibly killed on discovery. Recharge Speed: 20 seconds (2-3 posts, estimated) Range: N/A Duration: Short period, mostly depending on skill/story need Target Number: N/A Background: Raa’Kina was born from Xemel’Sinara vas Aerata and Terna’Welyxi nar Rannoch, she is the second child in her family to be born on the newly rebuilt homeworld. For the most part, she could say her life was pretty average throughout her childhood. There of course was the natural slight changes to her race’s culture and views toward the Geth, the Reaper War nearly ushered every living thing into extinction had managed at least one positive thing after costing so many their lives. According to the dwindling elders’ stories, much has changed compared to their time. Technology studied from the Reapers brought most races to equal grounds when it came to life quality, advancement, and more. The biggest achievement in the Quarians’ view was gaining their own planet again. After everything that happened, the tension between the Quarians and Geth seem like a faint, distant memory compared to the modern age she lived in. Now a days on her homeworld, one rarely walked out onto the street without seeing the two races mingling in the sun’s dense rays, making her recall her grandfather’s last recorded words that this was an event that should’ve happened long ago. When Raa’Kina reflects on her past, she only has a few memories, both good and bad, that stick up in her mind. Nothing she feels is interesting compared to her grandfather Pai’Seef’s or grandaunt Devryn’s experiences while working at Farian’s Ship Repair in their younger years. However, they are very hard to forget. The youngest she can recall is at seven years old, she learned how dangerous it was when she wasn’t aware of her surroundings. Faulty and experimental machinery, developed from the Reaper War data, had malfunctioned bring the massive thing crumbling down the distracted girl. Geth and several Quarians had been chatting nearby when one unit noticed the event. She was lucky to come off with just a scratch, one of the nearest Geth units immediately spurred into action and scooped her away from the crash zone before she was killed. It took several minutes for her to calm down, her mother finally peeling her off the machine, and held her close in a comforting embrace. The bad part was she never got to thank the Geth who saved her personally. Later, at the age of ten, she met another who shared the same name as herself. A curious AI, created and stood side by side with her grandfather, contacted her during the funeral. She was shocked such a being knew her, let alone having the same name. Curiosity won out over her caution, like usual, causing the pair to get very acquainted with one another through the common link: Pai’Seef. She learned, even to this day, much about the relative she hadn’t much chance to know better from his adventures during employment under Nasyrius’ Barbacus crew employed by the Farian Ship Repair to the Reaper War defense, as well as his punishment for creating the AI. Though RK, as she is referred to now as, suffered no ill effects, she disagreed with Quarian government’s punishment despite it being lessened due to services rendered and lives saved by his actions. Intrigued by RK’s stories, Raa’Kina’s first destination on her pilgrimage was right into the most likely still surviving member who served with her grandfather, the asari Noami’lie Tynci. During the Reaper invasion, the asari lost her company in damages when it came to defending the planet and afterwards went into bankruptcy which had caused great heartache in the end. The only thing she managed to keep was the Barbacus, an asari light freighter in the destiny class, modified by both Pai’Seef and Devryn. It was here she learned what happened to the rest, learning the hard truth of why Noami’lie had kept the starship. Though Nasyrius died during the War, the two ended up having a daughter together named Nyasea who surpisingly seemed to have taken many traits from her father causing the Quarian to bid them farewell at the end of her visit. She continued her pilgrimage for the next few months before she ended up getting roped into a deal with five Turians, currently involved with the selling of high level software at an ideal price. At first, she thought would be ideal for back home without thinking why they would've sold it at half the normal credits, taking their explanation it was second hand and per-owned. Things went terribly wrong when the Turians started to become more touchy than she was comfortable with. She started to withdrew her interest and they didn't take kindly to that, one of them immediately closing their three fingered hand about her arm to pull her back. Naturally Raa'Kina panicked. She went for her pistol, but one had managed to get behind and prevent her from drawing it. RK was about to do something when suddenly two Turians dropped, including the one holding her, causing her to duck behind the nearest cover. It was her first time ever being in a live gunfight while quickly showed her lacking skills in the area resulting her in getting a minor injury. RK embarrassed her some by uttering out why it was a bad idea as she showed her lacking experience in the world, something she inwardly believes her casually brushing off the incident didn't help her case. So, for a another few years both Voira and RK accompanied her, herstrong desire to gain a rich experience and more driving her onward, much like the Barbacus’ crew had. Among her travels she encountered various colonies, aiding in their survival with her talent, which expanded her knowledge about others outside Quarian. Often it was in exchange for credits, place to stay or even pay for her next trip out though to say it was completely safe was an understatement. Piracy and theft had became more common in the following years, even though the Reapers no longer was a common threat, which had force Raa’Kina to start keeping her pistol locked and ready at all times. She had a few close calls but thanks to RK, they managed to avoid trouble well enough. A few weeks ago, RK had received a message that she had been contacted and hired for aiding the colonization of a planet within the Pylos Nebula, the first time in their long history. It was a chance to explore and possibly benefit her homeworld most of all. Though KR logically predicted the odds that something would go wrong against the right, the AI kept her mouth shut, hitching a ride with the gruff Voira and naive Quarian youth.
1,499	30	139	739	6,473	The young woman had briefly been seemingly placated by Raa's answer, but was obviously both surprised and confused by RK's sudden appearance. For a few seconds, she was wide eyed and speechless as she stared down at the holographic projection. But once the woman had the chance to process everything, RK's insulting and combative tone rubbed off onto her. She became offended, and scowled at the holographic projection. "I...I...no! I have a right to be afraid you stupid machine! I hear of this attack on our fleet, but no one will tell us what is happening. Then suddenly we're being packed into these shuttles and evacuated to I don't know where, for who knows how long. No one will tell me if my brother is still okay up there, and...I just want this all to be over!" She screamed, with tears in her eyes by the end of the outburst. Nearby, one of the other passengers, attempting to distract himself from the argument on the other side of the shuttle, kept his gaze looking out of one of the shuttle's windows. Out in the distance, there were a dozen or so dots on the horizon, which were growing larger as they approached. After a few seconds he was able to make out that they were, in fact, ships. "W-what is that? Out the window? Have they found us?" Immediately, Avatar accessed the shuttle's exterior cameras to give it a better view of the approaching vessels. Zooming in, it identified the ships as A-74 Wasp gunships: military craft designed to replace the aging Mantis gunship. They were similar in aesthetics to the Mantis, but had four vectored engines and more powerful armaments. They were used by multiple militaries, but these in particular had the markings of the Turian military. "There are thirteen approaching craft of gunship classification. They appear to be allied vessels." Avatar explained flatly, not necessarily aware that some of the passengers might doubt its assessment of their allegiance.	Name: Avatar Species: Geth Age: 376 years since program’s creation Gender: N/A Weapons/Equipment: -Geth Pulse Rifle v3 -Geth Plasma SMG v3 -A combat platform with greater capabilities than a standard Geth unit. Skills and Abilities: Like most Geth, it is a tech expert with strong hacking capabilities. It has tech-based abilities (incinerate, cryo blast, etc) and is equipped with a tactical cloak. Its advanced mobile platform is quite durable. As its body is made from tough alloys with powerful synthetic muscles, it is capable of strength beyond that of an organic of similar size. It also has the accuracy and reaction time one would expect from an advanced machine. Background: For most of Avatar’s existence, it was but a single Geth program, with little more than rudimentary instincts and completely reliant upon the presence of other Geth to attain intelligence. That, however, changed in the midst of the Reaper War. In the aftermath of the battle with the Creator fleet at Rannoch, all Geth were given Reaper upgrades that uplifted them to become true A.I. Avatar was given its name by a group of organics it fought alongside during the Battle of Earth, and decided to keep that name in order to facilitate easier communication with organics. After the end of the war, Avatar filled many roles. At first most of the Geth’s efforts were on rebuilding what was lost at Rannoch and helping the Creators resettle on the homeworld. The efficiency of the Geth’s planning coupled with the eagerness of the Quarians to re-establish their home made the process rather quick. Avatar spent a few years inhabiting the suits of Creators, mimicking the effects of viruses to help them to rebuild their immune systems. Over time, cities were erected on the surface of Rannoch, and more and more Creators were able to live without their suits, though most still chose to wear them due to tradition. Eventually, Avatar’s role shifted away from rebuilding and into security. Due to the weakened state of the galaxy in the years after the war, piracy and other forms of crime were becoming increasingly common. All Geth were capable of combat when installed in the correct platform, but Avatar had a desire to help, and through years of fighting, it had developed memory shortcuts in relation to combat that would make it more effective than programs that had not incorporated said shortcuts. Avatar has served ever since as a combat platform, patrolling sectors near the borders of Geth/Quarian space, and sometimes even in the territories of other species, when requested. Most recently, Avatar has been assigned to accompany a group of Creators who have been tasked with preparing the way for the first Quarian settlements in the Pylos Nebula. Avatar’s assigned mission is to discuss Geth habitation of the planet with the locals and make other preparations for the Geth. Any Geth could perform that task, but due to the dangerous nature of the Attican Traverse, they felt it appropriate to send a combat platform for additional protection.

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