Zhar s'est tenu en regardant la planète en bas comme son navire s'est amarré sans bruit avec la station orbitale des colonies. De la vue du pont la planète avait une sérénité unique à elle, qui, bien qu'il était présent en regardant pratiquement tous les mondes de jardin dans la galaxie, avait encore un effet assez relaxant.
Cependant, la révérence de Zhars a été interrompue lorsqu'un message a été envoyé par l'intermédiaire du communicateur du pont indiquant que la réunion avait été avancée. Un look légèrement ennuyé a traversé Zhars massive, visage cicatrice pour juste un moment à cela. Il avait hâte de rencontrer et d'apprendre à connaître les personnes importantes ici. Bien sûr, il avait déjà des infos sur eux, pas autant qu'il aurait pu l'avoir dans les temps anciens, avant peut-être les Reapers, mais il n'y avait toujours rien de tout à fait comme parler à quelqu'un en personne pour obtenir leur mesure. Pourtant, cela pouvait toujours attendre après la réunion. Ce n'était pas exactement un rendez-vous important après tout.
Il a rapidement traversé son navire, qui était presque aussi grand que la station avec laquelle il était amarré. Il n'a pas épargné une pensée pour sa tenue, car il était déjà vêtu d'un beau costume noir et il était venu il y a longtemps à faire face à ses cicatrices. Avant les Reapers, il avait détesté les cicatrices et avait fait réparer chirurgicalement tout ce qu'il avait. Mais les cicatrices qu'il portait maintenant, elles venaient de la défense de sa maison, non d'un petit raid merc ou d'une guerre de clan, mais de la plus grande menace que la galaxie ait jamais connue. Cela, dans l'esprit de Zhar, était digne d'une marque permanente.
Passant le seuil à la station, il a immédiatement remarqué que la majorité de l'équipage était Turian ou Quarian. Il était heureux que les Quariens aient pu retrouver leur place dans la galaxie, et il était particulièrement heureux de les aider à le faire. Il respectait les Turiens, non pas tant pour leur mentalité absurde, qui les rendait généralement ennuyeux à parler, mais certainement pour leur exécution réussie Meritocratie, qui, selon Zhar, était la meilleure méthode de gouvernement.
Il n'a pas fallu longtemps pour rejoindre la salle de réunion, et avec un coup d'œil rapide autour de lui a noté plusieurs groupes distincts de personnes. Le Conseil était ici officiellement, bien sûr, mais il semblait aussi y avoir plus que les seuls indigènes. Il y avait aussi un cadeau de geth, bien que ce n'était pas exactement une chose rare étant donné la relation maintenant symbiotique que les Geth et les Quariens semblaient partager.
Étant donné le peu de temps disponible, Zhar a décidé de prendre un verre et d'attendre plutôt que de se présenter à n'importe qui. Il marcha jusqu'au bar et, après avoir trouvé le plus ancien millésime disponible, versa un verre mince de l'alcool.
Name: Khel Zhar
Species: Krogan
Age: 693
Gender: Male
Appearance: In many ways Zhar looks like a completely unremarkable everyday Krogan. He has no distinguishing marks, his eyes are a normal Krogan yellow, his skin is the tan color of a middle aged Krogan and his plates are a fairly common dull brown. However, unlike most Krogan, Zhar puts effort into maintaining the symmetry of his head plates and generally ensuring he doesn't look too rugged. He favors a black custom-made business suit of light and highly expensive material with a number of micro shield generators inconspicuously hidden beneath the fabric. He is well spoken and has a deep but smooth voice, somewhat uncharacteristic of a Krogan. The Reaper war has left him with scars he had managed to avoid before then. He has several gouges across his head plates and scar tissue on the left side of his neck and elsewhere on his body.
Weapons/Equipment:
Evolution of the Viper Sniper Rifle (Phasic Rounds/Tungsten Rounds)
Evolution of the Carnifex Heavy Pistol (Cryo Rounds)
Evolution of the Locust SMG (Cryo Rounds)
Shielded business suit
Krogan Heavy armor (on the rare occasion when he puts himself into a combat situation on purpose)
Omni Tool
Asari Frigate (custom refit)
Skills and Abilities:
Excellent business sense.
Energy Drain
Shield Boost
Recon Mine
Tactical Scan
Sticky Grenade
Background:
Khel Zhar’s history is a long and storied one. He was born on Tuchanka to clan Khel, and was raised there as a true Krogan, although rumour has it that he was never very good at being ‘true Krogan.’ Precise details of his escape from the blasted rock that is the Krogan homeworld are surprisingly hard to come by, and will not be detailed here, suffice it to say that he ended up on the Citadel at the age of seventy-two with no idea what to do with himself. He worked for thirty years as a mere janitor, unwilling to take jobs involving violence as his compatriots did, but unable to find anyone on the station willing to look past his lumbering exterior at the keen mind within.
Eventually, Zhar managed to find one of these people - a Volus named Colu Sen. Under the Volus’ tutelage, he learned of Galactic finance and economics, and while initially not as fast to learn and adapt as his Volus partner and teacher, his persistent nature quickly saw the two of them founding and operating a small Galactic Finance company. The pair continued to run this small business for sixty years, until Colu Sen, in his old age, inadvertently thrust the pair into the world of corporate espionage and the buying and selling of Information. Colu died shortly after that, though it is not public knowledge as to whether he was killed or not.
Zhar remained on the citadel maintaining the business the pair had set up for roughly one hundred years, keeping the original company alive while branching out into founding other small companies, often only to let them die once they’d recouped their costs. This period of time broadened and deepened Zhar’s understanding of the business world considerably, to the point where he has an almost innate feel for the fluctuations that normally make it so unpredictable. While no psychic, Zhar’s personal worth has skyrocketed due to well placed and well timed investments. Unfortunately, some of his investments eventually drew the attention of the wrong people, and after narrowly surviving a brazen attack on his Citadel apartment, Zhar liquidated all of his citadel holdings and moved to Illium. He planned to let his reputation on the Citadel fade for a few hundred years while his detractors died of old age.
Once on Illium, he founded the first iteration of his business in Nos Parnello, and while initially highly successful, its fortunes followed those of the city into ruin. Ever the entrepreneur, Zhar not only survived but flourished in the adversity, relocating to Nos Astra and riding the sudden wave of popularity the city received to make his company one of the foremost in its area on Illium. Altogether, his stay on Illium has lasted approximately two hundred years.
When the Reapers finally arrived, it came as a surprise to Zhar, but not for the reasons most found it surprising. He had certainly believed there was more to the Geth attack on the Citadel than met the eye, but he never anticipated the scale of the Reaper invasion. When his contacts in the Batarian Hegemony went dark, he immediately saw to preparing his own defenses, as well as coordinating Illium’s preparations.
When the Reapers finally reached the Crescent Nebula, Zhar, and Illium, were ready. Though technically an Asari colony, and under protection by the Asari fleet, Illium has always been a haven for the rich and scrupulous - people that, for all their normal inability to get along, have one thing in common - a burning sense of self preservation. When the entire upper class of Illium put its considerable financial might towards that goal, they were able to assemble a formidable resistance to the Reapers.
With this corporate might, Zhar and a number of other Illium businessmen and women were able to survive the Reaper invasion, holding out long enough for Shepard to finally defeat the Reapers.
Following the Reaper war, Zhar decided to reevaluate his business. With such significant damage done to his Illium holdings, once the heart of his current business, he chose to start anew. Rather than rebuild Illium, he chose to create a mobile center for business. Initially he started small, making his office out of a tiny room on an old light freighter that had been one of his backup escape methods. He scrounged together a small merchant fleet and immediately began using it to assist in relief efforts throughout Council space, though with a particular focus on Asari colonies and Thessia.
Rather than greedily extort colonial governments in need of aid, he instead charged only enough to keep the business running at a very small profit. Though some of his rivals and fellows questioned his sanity for such a seemingly selfless act, the more intelligent among them realized it was not selfless, simply the long game being played at its finest.
His goals at that point were to aid in the restoration of a galactic economy and ensure the Asari could retain a significant role in galactic politics in order to continue carrying out their role as diplomats and negotiators. All to ensure there would continue to be an ideal peacetime environment for him to continue his goal from before the Reaper war - living a comfortable life far from Krogan ideals.
In more recent decades, Zhar has turned to somewhat more profitable endeavors. Though he maintains the colony relief and supply business, he has gone back into Information brokering, which has allowed him to restore much of his personal wealth and keep his debt to the Shadow Broker satisfied.
He is currently involved in personally overseeing his company's efforts in the Pylos Nebula, observing primarily from his personal command ship, the refitted Asari frigate Prosperous Heart, from which he also simultaneously manages his intelligence network.