Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)
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				Title: <strong>Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 05:39:49</strong>
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				Commander Adrianna Shepherd stood at the bridge, having hastily thrown on her uniform, a cup of coffee in her hand, shaking off the effects of only three hours of sleep. "The Citadel has been attacked? By who?" she asked the projected image, reporting the information to her. <em>We're not certain, yet; that's why we need you to report back, as quickly as possible; you're going to head the investigation, by the orders of the remainder of the Council.</em><br><br>"We'll be there as quickly as we can," she replied, closing the link, sighing only once it was gone. Granddaughter of the famous Commander Shepherd, the first human Spectre, Adrianna was following in the proud family tradition; she was the 207th human Spectre, in the hundred years since. Brushing back her shoulder length, dark hair, she glanced around the bridge of the SSV Normandy III, at her skilled and dedicated crew, following in her family's footsteps of making sure to have a partially non-human crew, on the Alliance vessel, one of the only two to allow such. "You heard the Asari. We're heading back to the Citadel, and fast. How long does it take to get there, Lieutenant?" "About twelve hours, Commander." "Make it eleven. Ten, if you can. And get me if there's any more messages, or news of any kind, relating to this. I doubt they're going to keep a bombing quiet."<br><br>She turned sharply, heading back towards her cabin, knowing she's not going to get any more sleep, instead planning to spend those hours studying the initial damage report, as well as the layout of the Citadel and anything else that might be relevant. It never hurt to go in prepared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 05:47:56</strong>
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				Sera Zarda stood in the Citadel Tower. Looking around, she groaned inwardly. Scan the data, then bring Miss Shepard up to date when she arrives. All well and good. It's just too bad they sent her here a few hours too early. She had done the scanning, but now she waited for Commander Shepard. Damn C-Sec. She sat down, agitated. Sure, she was a quarian, her armor black. But was that really any reason to treat her as a lesser agent? Quarians had been in C-Sec for almost 30 years, but they still kept getting treated like dirt. All two of them. She leaned her lithe figure back, stretching. All those not-so-subtle glances at her chest and rear. The quarians may be getting better, more able to take off their suits, but they didn't do it on a whim. Couldn't, yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 06:42:08</strong>
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				The security checks were the worst part, of course. Normally, she could just wave her Spectre status, and head on in in minutes, but, today, due to the attack, even her ship was being searched, and, as commander of the vessel, she was stuck having to oversee the paperwork, and sign everything. Almost two hours after docking, she's finally released, although he second in command was still having to deal with more paperwork, before anyone else could depart.<br><br>She walked quickly, with the air of confident command, toward the small C-Sec command center, established near the explosion, to meet up with whoever's in charge, and, apparently, take over, although it was likely her first order would be to delegate someone to take charge of the operation, since investigation of this kind wasn't exactly one of her strengths, although not many have experience in investigating terrorist attacks. At least, not here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 07:04:13</strong>
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				Meeting Commander Shepard at the front, a turian stopped her. "Commander Shepard? My name is Tolis." After confirming her identity, and hearing her request, he hesitates. "Ah, well, the person in charge is waiting for the information from our data spec-"<br><br>Sera steps in. "No, he is not. I was told to wait at Citadel Tower for the Spectre." Turning to Adrianna, she nodded. "Commander Shepard? My name is Sera Zarda. I'm sure you wish to know the make of the bomb. I've never seen anything like it. It was designed to kill, but also to disintegrate and collapse, leaving no evidence. Luckily, they got a little sloppy. The detonation switch was made up of three components. One survived mostly intact. I traced the composition. It originated from a factory on Noveria. I have the factory ID, but not the name of it."<br><br>Tolis turned to Sera after contacting their C-Sec commander. "The commander is not pleased you bent orders. You are being sent off station with Adrianna Shepard. IF she will be willing to take you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 05:15:31</strong>
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				Adrianna crosses her arms under her breasts, as the turian stops her, listening, not really seeing a need to interject, once the quarian starts speaking. "And why wouldn't I want to take someone along who seems to be so knowledgeable? Here, I was expecting to have to direct that sort of research, and she's already gone and finished it. You ought to be commending her for using her time so efficiently, and not wasting mine."<br><br>She turns to the quarian, already unconsciously promoting her to the lead of this investigation, ignoring any protests Tolis might have. "Do we know who was behind it? Did the terrorist survive? Or did he go up with his bomb?"
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 05:37:49</strong>
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				"Whoever it was, he left before the bomb went up in smoke. There was no blood at the scene of any sort, so I couldn't even give you a species, never mind the name." She crosses her arms. "I suppose we need to go to Noveria and find the factory. If we do that, we can track down who bought the part recently. Won't give us a solid name, but it will decrease the list of possible suspects."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:05:43</strong>
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				She nods, quickly. "Good. Is there anything else vital that we might find out here, given more time?" If the answer is negative, as she suspects, then she turns back to the turian. "Tolis, you're in charge of wrapping up the investigation, here; you, or whoever you want to appoint. Let me know if you find anything else, immediately." She passes him a small datachip. "You can contact me on that signal. Sera, was it? You're coming with me. Grab your supplies and everything else you can, and meet me at docking 27-B at..." She checks her datapad, for the time. "Eleven hundred." That's only 45 minutes away, and it takes twenty to get there.<br><br>Unless there's more, she snaps a quick salute, then turns and heads towards the bomb site, to do a quick, personal survey of the damage, before heading back to her ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:11:16</strong>
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				The bomb site is deserted, closed off to all but the investigators. And, of course, Spectres. Inside the blast zone, there is little but a crater filled with scorch marks and dissolved debris. From the size of the crater, it is clear the bomber knew what he was doing, and it was simple fortune that allowed the Council to live, rather than a lack of skill on the bomber's part.<br><br>Sera heads to the equipment locker, grabbing her pistol. After checking it out, she leaves, heading to the docking bay to wait for the Spectre. "The Normandy III..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:23:37</strong>
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				Shepherd arrives a few minutes later, five minutes before 11, he lieutenant now changing from filling out the docking forms to filling out the departure forms, although this is a fair bit easier. She waves off any in-depth questions about the quarian, with her status, and within twenty minutes, they're aboard and slipping away from the docking bay.<br><br>Ten minutes after that, their destination set, Adrianna calls Sera into her quarters. "Right. It's been about seven years since I last read up on Noveria. Give me the crash course, then we're going to check my files, see if we can't figure out who owns that factory."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:25:50</strong>
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				"I haven't been to Noveria. But from what I've heard, it's a case of 'the more it changes, the more it stays the same'. There are a lot more businesses running out there, but most of them less than legal. That will make it more difficult to track down the factory. Most businesses would be loathe to admit buying from a crooked factory to save money."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:33:54</strong>
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				"So we can already assume a fake company in a faked name. Still, never hurts to start there." She turns, slightly, to her console, and begins tapping in information, asking for specifics from Sera, adding in some idle chatter, in between. "So, how'd you get involved with C-Sec? And with high-end investigations like this?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:36:34</strong>
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				"I got involved with C-Sec because it was the best I could do for myself, after leaving my...well, most of my species. Anyways, I don't get 'high-end' investigations. I get the grunt work no one else wants to do."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:44:52</strong>
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				She chuckles slightly, at the last line. "Join the club. I know I wasn't the closest Spectre, nor the best choice for this, but look who's in charge of the disaster? Heh.... if I do well, then it's a victory for the Spectres. If I fail, it's a failure by the human." She sighs and shakes her head. "Politics... here I thought I joined an organization above all of that. This is off the record, by the way. More politics, y'know."<br><br>A few more minutes, and she pulls up the three pages of files on the factory. "Just as expected... small company, owns nothing but this factory. Doesn't seem to actually be making or losing money; its income just happens to be exactly its expenses, to throw off suspicions of not making anything."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:48:27</strong>
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				"Interesting. By the way, you are the granddaughter of the first human Spectre, aren't you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:53:56</strong>
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				She nods. "I can see you've done your research well, not that it's much of a secret." She laughs, lightly, though without too much humor. "Following in the family profession, just like dad and granddad. Shot my first assault rifle at age six, and joined the Alliance as soon as I was able to. Didn't even have to ask them to lay off the special treatment; I think they all took delight in making life extra hard for me, just to show they weren't being soft on the granddaughter of the great hero."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:56:33</strong>
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				"Well, I'm sure you've heard of my grandmother. She served with your grandfather, when he became the first Spectre."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 05:40:06</strong>
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				Adrianna arches an eyebrow in surprise. "Really? I heard all the stories of her, but I had no idea." She smirks, slightly. "It's hard to tell any kid of resemblance among your people, with those suits and all." She turns back to her computer, pulling up a map of the region of Noveria where the factory is. "Hmm... good distance between the starport and the factory, and no real place to land nearer." She sighs. "Looks like we'll have a bit of a trip planetside."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 05:41:11</strong>
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				"So if we get in trouble, back up will not be close at hand. That doesn't seem suspicious."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 06:30:43</strong>
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				"Expecting we might need a cavalry, if things go bad, to borrow an old Earth expression?" She grins wickedly. "We <em>are</em> the cavalry. But it's a good point... we'll not be going alone, of course. Three of my best men and women will be accompanying us. How are you, if it comes to a firefight?"
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 06:32:17</strong>
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				"Against machines, I'm quite skilled. Not so much against organics, but I have a good eye with my pistol shots. I expect a firefight, though. They won't give up the information too easily."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 06:51:54</strong>
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				"Of course. I always expect one," she replies, and Sera can see that Adrianna could easily have her pistol ready to fire immediately, even here in her own cabin, despite her relaxed-looking pose. "Still, I'd prefer to capture rather than kill. If you need, we have a stun modification for your weapon available in the armory, though you'll want a backup lethal weapon, as well, if things come to that. I'm not going to risk my own life to spare too many of them, if things go south."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 06:57:50</strong>
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				"I have no back-up weapon. I don't like killing, either, but it's them or me. And I'd rather it be me."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 06:16:00</strong>
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				"Right. You can either borrow one of ours, or just stay with non-lethal rounds, and pray you don't need it." A beat. "Do you know what the bomb looked like, in case the factory is rigged to blow? I'd rather not get caught in that kind of ambush."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 06:18:06</strong>
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				"I could just stick with the lethal rounds. And I wish I could tell you what the bomb looked like, but the explosion vaporized the entire thing."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 07:00:35</strong>
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				She nods again. "Just checking to see if there's anything we might have forgotten. I don't like going in unprepared, if I think I can avoid it, and this is a high-profile mission, as much as we'd like to keep it quiet. Especially if the factory goes up in flames."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 07:02:05</strong>
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				"How big did you say the factory was? Because the size does matter. If it's a big one, lots of room to search, lots of nooks and crannies to hide a bomb."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 05:34:55</strong>
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				She pulls up the file again, whistling low. "Not terribly big for Noveria, but..." She flips the screen towards the quarian, showing the floorplans. It's big... really big. "The good news is, most of it's taken up by the machinery, or so it claims. The offices, where the documents we'll be after, are tucked in this corner, and it's a much more searchable area."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 05:38:20</strong>
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				"That's good. And they couldn't keep a bomb in the machinery. The heat would set it off prematurely. So, we go in, find the documents, get out."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:13:15</strong>
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				"That's the hope. Keep it quiet, if we can. Less interest we attract, the better, but this'll need to be fast. Odds are, if they don't know we're coming, they've likely put up some kind of defense." She nods, making a few notes on the computer, quickly, uploading some documents, the floorplans, and everything else she'll need. She copies the information to both her datapad, and Sera's, uploading the information to the other members of their expedition, before finally leaning back, with a soft sigh. "Well... unless you have more, I think all we have left is free time, until we get there."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:13:52</strong>
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				"Guess so. How much longer until we reach our destination?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:36:25</strong>
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				She checks the clock, then compares it to the flightplan. "Another three hours before we reach the gate for the jump, and then five hours to Noveria, beyond that. And we're one of the fastest ships in this sector, so that's the best we can possibly do. Trust me, if I thought we could get there faster, we would have."<br><br>She starts to close down her computer, picking up the now-cold cup of coffee she'd set down there, when she left her cabin upon docking at the Citadel. "I'm going to get another cup, then curl up to read some reports, unless you had a better idea."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>08-01-2010, 06:39:43</strong>
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				"Reading for eight hours? I'll leave you to it. I'll get some rest. Been up for a while. Where are my quarters?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 06:23:06</strong>
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				"Not the whole time, but, yes, I have a number I need to get through. You can use the XO's quarters, on the other side of the bridge, for now, at least. He should be on duty for another five, and I know he likes to spend at least an hour in the mess afterwards, so you should be fine to spend the trip, there."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 06:52:50</strong>
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				"Yes, ma'am." She salutes, then leaves for the quarters. 5 hours rest would do.
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 07:41:32</strong>
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				The five hours pass in relative peace, only the hum of the ship's engines echoing through the cabin. Shepherd takes command f the bridge, for the last few hours of their journey, already dressed in her combat gear, although her weapons were stored elsewhere, not suited for carrying aboard.<br><br>When they finally land, the docking procedure goes quite a bit faster, although Adrianna avoids flashing her Spectre status, not wanting to draw extra, unneeded attention, even though a ship like this one undoubtedly will set off warning flags in half the criminal organizations on the planet.<br><br>Soon, they're in the starport, the six of them on the mission; Shepherd and Sera, as well as Tagrin, a retired turian soldier, Micheal Sanderson, a human biotics specialist, Leela, an asari sharpshooter, and Kira Hundley, a human demolitions and heavy weapons soldier.
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 07:44:05</strong>
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				Sera walks up to the group. "Hopefully, we complete this without incident."
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				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 07:57:02</strong>
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				"A quick smash and grab job, right?" Tegrin asks. "Hardly," Kira replies, checking one of her weapons again, despite it being in better condition than any other weapon there. "You saw the report of what they did at the Citadel. There's going to be something set up here. We're walking into an ambush." She grins, apparently enjoying the danger. "We'll want to travel in pairs," Adrianna says, interrupting the banter. "Micheal and Tegrin, Leela and Kira, Sera and me. One with a weapon to watch out, while the other searches for what we need. We'll keep in constant communication, so keep your comms ready. "What are we looking for, anyway?" Micheal asks. "Didn't you read the report?" Leela asks back. "Or watch the news reports of the attack? Information about the identity of the bomber, who would want the Council dead, why, and how."<br><br>"Right, enough talking, we need to get a vehicle and get out to that factory ASAP. And keep an eye out; as far as I'm concerned, we're in hostile territory, now."
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				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 08:21:16</strong>
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				"Understood, Commander. I'll search while you guard me." She then looks at Leela. "Do you need to be as hostile as you are? He should have read the mission reports, but he didn't. No harm is done." She then looks around again. It was strange, being on a new planet. Her hand reached down, resting on her handgun, an automatic, if unnecessary, reaction to the new things she was seeing. "This is a big place. I had no idea...The factory could be harder to find than I thought."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The others, used to traveling the universe, in the company of the Spectre, don't gawk at their surroundings, although they do fan out a bit, keeping an eye out. Leela ignores Sera's comment. shaking her head a little. "You can tell the crooks run this place," Kira quips, to noone in particular. "Look how clean it is. A normal starport, they don't care about a bit of trash, a little grime. But here? Even the walls are spotless. They're putting on a good face, to avoid suspicion, and, in doing so, earn it. Crazy, ain't it?" "You humans leave a mess wherever you go," Tegrin comments, dryly. "A turian starport is always in top condition." "Top of the trash heap is more like it," Micheal retorts, nudging the soldier in the ribs, earning annoyed sighs from the three women.<br><br>Soon, they've crossed the main concourse, reaching the garage. "Micheal, come with me. The rest of you, keep watch out here," Adrianna says, heading inside to arrange for transport.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:15:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera looks around, keeping an eye out for guards as she waits for the transport. At the same time, she starts trying to chat with one of the group. "So, Leela, how long have you been on Shepard's crew? You seem pretty familiar with everybody."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:33:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Me? She recruited me last year, to help with a small incident at the colony on Solcrum. You might've heard about it, on the news." "Small incident?" Kira says, with a laugh. "Try three dozen armed terrorists, holding the whole colony hostage. Leela here? She took out their lookout and leader in two shots, in the span of fifteen seconds. They never knew what hit them." The asari blushes, slightly. "I performed my duty, as needed and expected." "Pah, you're all the same. So modest and humble. Brag a little, girl!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:50:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She looks at Kira. "And what have you done to brag about? Blown up a building with 30 terrorists and 15 hostages?" She looks at Leela. "Glad to see our sharpshooter knows what she is doing. I'd hate to be caught in the crossfire."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:57:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Kira snorts. "Takes more skill than you'd think. Get the chemical mix right, so that it doesn't blow too soon, or too late, or take out the wrong targets. Apply it in just the right place. But, eh, what am I arguing with a tech head for? You'll be grateful for my skills if we encounter another bomb like the one at the Citadel, 'cause I'm going to be the one disarming it, or we're all going sky high."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 07:05:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"I'm grateful to people who save lives. I'm not fond of those who write off civilians as casualties."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 05:50:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It was one time, okay? Fuck, you set off a charge as they're moving the goddamn captives one time, kill a little girl, and that's what hounds you for the rest of your life." Kira steps forward, jabbing the quarian in the chest. "Listen here, girly, I've saved more lives than you have, I'll bet, and never intentionally killed anyone who didn't deserve it, and if you keep taunting me, I'm gonna--" "Break it up, you two," Tegrin says, sharply. "We got company," he says, pointing to a woman in a severe business suit, her short, blond hair held in a tight bun, approaching. Followed by three heavily armed bodyguards, who could probably pass for Krogan.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 05:52:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera takes a deep breath, barely resisting the urge to hit Kira from behind with her gun. Getting over that, she turns to face the woman, one hand near her gun, ready to draw it if need by. "Excuse me, miss. Mind telling me what your business is here?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 06:30:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The woman steps confidently up to the group. "What a coincidence, I was about to ask you the same question. And, given that this is my rental business, and these men here are more heavily armed, I think I'll be the one asking the question." She smiles a smile that possesses absolutely no sweetness, whatsoever.<br><br>"Official council business, ma'am. No doubt you've heard of the attack, by now?" "Oh, my, investigators, here on Noveria? Well, for all our sakes, I certainly hope you find what you're looking for. And not a thing more. Now, don't you have some... investigating to do, or were you aliens just loitering outside my this innocent merchant's office to cause problems?" "Innocent merchant, my ass," Kira mutters, under her breath, so only Tegrin and Sera can hear, although, before they can reply, Adrianna calmly steps into the middle of the situation. "Actually, no trouble at all, ma'am. We were just leaving." "Ahh, the Spectre. I assume that these are your miscreants." "I only see a finely trained crew here, <em>ma'am,</em> and i suggest you remove your thugs, before I charge you with impeding a Spectre's duty." She holds up her hands, as if to say she wasn't do any impeding, her grunts stepping aside. "Let's go, fall in."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>12-01-2010, 06:35:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sera follows Adrianna, waiting patiently until they get out of earshot of the woman. "She knows something. People don't act like that unless they have something to hide."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:49:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Adrianna nods, leading the party a little ways ahead, the bickering having fallen quiet, since the incident. "Either that, or she suspects we know something about her. Of course, without proof of anything, I can't do anything against her. Well, unless I want to invoke my Spectre authority and, say, plant a listening device on her without authorization." She smirks, and hands Sera a small device. "This will record everything around her, for a good long while. You can listen in, if you want... just press this little button, here, and hold it near your ear."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 03:54:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"It would probably be better for someone else to listen in. I'd look suspicious, walking around without my helmet on."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 05:24:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She chuckles. "Good point, though you could hold it up to... wherever you listen from." She shrugs, and if Sera offers it back, she casually tosses it to Leela, letting her take charge of it. "We'll worry about her later, though. For now..." She takes a sharp turn, into a garage, where a number of tough-looking vehicles line the walls. "We've got a good distance to cover." She points to one of the ones nearby, and the squad hurries over, to inspect it and climb inside.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>14-01-2010, 05:28:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She runs over, getting inside with the rest of them. "So, how heavy are we expecting the security to be at the factory?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jeramiahh</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 04:23:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Not sure... The reports say it's been abandoned..." "Which means it's going to be heavily guarded," Micheal says, shaking his head. "Probably robots, not living guards. Saves money, since they work all day, and don't care if it's cold, or there's no cook." "Right. Kira, have the EMP grenades ready. Sera, you have any tricks for 'bots, or other automated defenses?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Attack on the Citadel (Jeramiahh and thebobmaster)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>15-01-2010, 05:08:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Using my omni-tool, I could hack into one of the robots, change its targeting parameters to shoot at the robots, not us."
			</dd>
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