Mass Effect: Retribution - IC
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				Title: <strong>Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-03-2013, 21:25:57</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://www.supercheats.com/guides/files/guid/mass-effect/logo.png)<br><br><span style="font-family: impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 36pt;" class="bbc_size">RETRIBUTION</span></span></div><br><hr><br>The soft hum of the ship's drive reverberated through the turian frigate's hull as it made its way towards the Citadel. It had been many years since Vigilant had made refuge in the harbours of the deep space station. Its owner was not too fond of the Citadel itself. It wasn't a grudge against the Council, after all they payed all the bills. It was the people living there. Spoiled brats, conniving politicians, false diplomats and worst of all, the criminals were either dumb as soap or sharp as knives. The same could be said about the C-Sec, but that was a whole other story. The Spectre sitting at the helm wasn't too pleased with returning. But there was a team that was to be picked up. A team which could be the difference between success and failure in the upcoming mission.<br><br>"We have arrived at the Citadel." the pilot announced as if it wasn't obvious enough "Beginning docking procedures."<br><br>There was a sigh from the helm and a nonchalant wave of a hand.<br><br>"Very well. Just don't fulfill the process. We are just picking them up and then we are leaving again..."<br><br><hr><br>As the motley crew was escorted through the ship by a former Hierarchy officer, they noticed that the Vigilant was not an ordinary Turian frigate. Its insides were cramped with additional panels of instrument and machines that certainly wasn't standard issue. The crew wasn't ordinary either, showing a great diversity in race. It was very unusual to see such a colorful mix aboard a Turian vessel, especially those belonging to their Spectres. To say that they were racist was perhaps a strong word. Suspicious of everyone but themselves more correct. The rise of humanity especially irked them the wrong way, but this Spectre seemed to relish in the many different areas of expertise that these races brought. As they arrived at the assault bay, with it dual shuttles and large spaces, they were suddenly surrounded by silence and emptiness. It seemed like the whole bay had been evacuated for their sake. Having come from the very lively spaces above with its constant activity, the room seemed dead, silent as the grave and sterile in its open layout.<br><br>"The Spectre will arrive soon." the officer snapped off before he turned on his heel and walked of. They were left alone for the moment, a hint of awkwardness and anticipation in the air between them. They had all been drafted into this by the Council, a mission so classified that they were not even briefed on it. "Spectre Lacres will brief you, in the meanwhile you need only know that this mission is of great importance to the Citadel and even greater danger to you." was the only thing the Turian councilor had lead on. And now here they were. Awkwardness was reaching critical mass, and there was a moment where someone might have said something to break its spell had it not been for the elevator doors sliding apart and revealing a very authority-like trio.<br><br>Two turians, one male and one female, both wearing the same orange tattoos on their dark red carapace but the male's being distinctly more sharp and intimidating in form than the female's soft and minimalist one. There was also a very broad difference in clothing. The male wore full combat armor, apparantly his favorite from all the wear and tear it had been through. The dark plates were cracked, bolted and cracked again. It even had some bullet holes that were either too much of a hassle to fix or just left be for sake of looks. The female on the other hand wore a very sharp and stylish dress which hugged around her jutting forms, a fine hoodlike apparel of fine silks draped over her head, surrounded by an arc of dark feathers. There was a hint of a smile on her, but nothing too revealing.<br><br>Any military buff in the group would probably have been too absorbed with the third however. The elderly human&nbsp; walked with a bit of a limp, but it didn't draw from the authority that came with the name. Gregory Foresythe, former Colonel of the Alliance Fleet, the grandfather of modern marine tactics. His doctrines, while having been polished over the years into the SAAD, Systems Alliance Assault Doctrine, were still thought on the human academies around the galaxy and drilled into the recruits on the boot camps back on Earth. Even the Hierarchy begrudgingly teached part of his doctrines in their lectures on the Last Stand of the SSV Bunker Hill, where he personally had commanded five marines in the repelling of a full Turian assault from the Armiger Legion's marine detachment at the closing of the First Contact War. Ever since then he had been retired and reclusive, disappeared even. Apparantly the grey bearded man had decided to come out of retirement, because here he was in a human cut Turian uniform.<br><br>"Attention." The male turian exclaimed as they drew closer on the team. Now that they were a little closer, his black circles and sunken eyes gave him a very haunted look. There was a hint of a scar down his right chin and half the mandible had been severed. "Spectre in attendance. Sound off!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>27-03-2013, 23:19:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Shuttle Bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>No purpose to live for, no people to fight for, and no home to go back to. Captain Nel’Taan vas Nomdae was a derelict ship without a course or destination since his banishment from the flotilla. Drifting from one port to another in his second hand falling apart ship, scrounging up what he could to survive. Once a proud member of the Quarian race, and now being reduced to rubble, his life all in shambles. Yet hope remained, or at least some small undying spark of will. Nel was never a man to give up, he was a fighter. And despite being forever torn away from the people he loved, the former captain was determined to find meaning in his life. <br><br>After banishment, Nel floated around to a few worlds in the Attican Traverse, and eventually found his way deeper into Council territory.&nbsp; He’d lived several years of his life as a young man in the Terminus Systems as a merc, and after that experience he had no desire to do it again. With his experience in explosives, he believed it would be easy to find honorable work inside Citadel space. However his beliefs didn’t entirely come true as soon as he'd hoped. <br><br>He found his was onto the Citadel, and was immediately met with skepticism and bigotry by it’s inhabitants. Something that he fully expected to go through and was prepared for. In a perfect situation Nel would have chosen another place to try and find work. But like Omega was to the Terminus Systems, the Citadel was the center of work and many important things going on in Council space. It was his best bet for find a position befitting of his abilities. Several months passed as Nel went from one shit job to the next, until he found himself in the employ of a SPECTRE working for the council, a fact that he did not know at the time. He was a Salarian who’s job was to infiltrate a local gang ring in the lower wards and required someone well versed in explosives and hacking to get the job done.<br><br>The mission was a complete success thanks in large part to Nel’s knowledge and experience. And he got paid a hefty sum for his good work, something that helped keep his head above water for a few more weeks at least. But they parted ways. The Salarian however was very impressed, and forwarded a dossier on Nel with what little information he was able to dig up to the council. Recommending Nel for any future missions that involved the need for explosives and&nbsp; experienced soldiers. The Quarian was none the wiser about it though, and kept on about his business.<br><br>Another month passed and Nel was drawing near to falling on hard times. His money depleted, and his old ship sold a long time ago to make ends meet. If he couldn’t find consistent work soon, he wasn’t sure where else he would be able to turn. But thankfully, that was when he was approached by a mysterious agent on behalf of the council. He was shortly briefed about a situation arising that required his skills, and was ordered&nbsp; to report to the docks and to the ship called The Vigilant. Nel felt skeptical, but intrigued by the opportunity laid before him. After some inner debate, he decided to head to the docks at the appointed time, after all he had nothing to lose.<br><br><hr><br>Nel stood with his arms crossed, each of his hands tucked in between his sides and biceps. The posture of someone being very off-putting and disconnected to what was going on around them. Body language and tone were the only real indicators a person could notice on him to get a feel for his mood, seeing as his face was hidden behind the dark blue haze like tint of his mask. He had his normal combat body suit on. It was mostly grey, but had a light red tinted fabric draping around it, for aesthetic purposes mainly. A patch lay over the left side of his chest that kept the rest of the red material around his shoulders from falling off. On it was a black and white symbol native to the Quarian people, it was the symbol of a captian and leader. Something any outsiders would not likely understand. But of all the possessions Nel still held since leaving his people, that simple patch meant the most. <br><br>Asari, Turians, Salarians, and a surprisingly lot of Humans were all gathered there. Nel kept his distance from the rest, feeling like something of a loner since he was the only non-council race representative present. He hadn’t spoken to any of his new comrades yet, and didn’t really plan to unless spoken to first. Though not a xenophobe, Nel held no love for the races of Citadel space after their treatment of his people following the Geth War, turning them into outcasts and never accepting them back even generations after the Quarians who made the mistakes were long dead. And he would not openly be friendly with them from the beginning. Though there was apart of him that found them all quite intriguing, from the perspective of learning more about them at least.<br><br>But then a pair of Turians walked into the shuttle bay, with another human as well. An order to sound off reverberated throughout the hold, and regardless of what the others may do, Nel wasn’t going to salute and acknowledge a man he had only just met and didn‘t fully understand his reasons&nbsp; for being there as of yet. That was never his own way as a captain. Respect of the men and women in his service was always earned, and never freely given. So the Quarian stood solemn, a few paces away from the rest of the group and isolated, watching and waiting to see what might unfold. And to finally learn of his purpose for being here in full.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 02:33:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pAyKbNr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttlebay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><hr>Turian Vessels were nothing special for Callius, aside of the fact that it has been some while since the last time he had been on one, still this one was special there was no doubt about it. There was crazy tech here, mostly it was stuff that seemed ineffecient for a war ship though, which explained why Callius had never seen anything like it. This ship must have costed a hell lot of credits, which impressed the turian. He was rarely impressed these days...not since...Callius couldn't remember, maybe he should start a diary? <br><em>'Dear Diary they are shooting at me AGAIN.' Kinda sounds dumb.</em><br><br>Maybe he should have stayed with C-Sec instead of coming here? Interogation's have been rather fun, compared to getting rather wordlessly lead in front of yet another military bigshot. Then again seeing a SpecTRe seemed like a unique chance, if what he heared was true&nbsp; those were really inspiring and additionally after getting assigned to come here by both Turian military AND C-Sec, he figured he didn't really had a Chance. Also it was nice to wear his light black armor instead of the terrible blue they made him wear at C-Sec.<br>Staring at the back of their leader Callius wondered how much longer the way would be. Why didn't he at least tell them a little? Maybe a little tour, show them the med bay and the gun battery. <em>...at least that way noone jokes about gun calibrations. Oldest Joke in the whole Hierarchy.</em><br><br>Finally they reached...the shuttle bay? At this point the C-Sec Officer officially suspected a practical joke. A shuttle bay really didn't seemed like the place someone would ever get briefed. Just not stopping like he was obviously supposed to Callius walked past the rest of the crew searching a shadowy corner to sit down. His dark armor blended perfectly in the shadows, either that or he was actually using a partial cloak to get out of the center of attention, which however seemed rather pointless as clicking sounds echoed right after he set down. Obviously the Turian used the time to inspect his weapons rather then wait. <br><br>There were a lot of humans...that was rather unexpected seeing that the Vessel was Turian and thus the Spectre was presumably one as well. His people didn't particularly like them and it would seem likely that&nbsp; one would try to evade hiring so many. As for Callius himself, he had no particular dislike against humanity as such, he even sided with humans one and then, worst thing he could say about them was that they were kinda squishy. However the other races still had a better footing in his book, it was just to hard to forget the stories his parents had told him. The person he'd trust most would most likely be the Quarian, since they at least share the&nbsp; same kind of food. Such things make undetected food poisoning harder.<br><br>"So..." Callius tried breaching the awkward silence. "Why would one need so many specialists? Does any off have an idea?"<br>While he didn't really expect an answer, it allways was a good idea to ask the obvious questions. Either those lead to a banter and by that some kind of closer bonding or people start suspecting one is an idiot and not worth taking the shot to kill him. Also...everything was better then silence. He had enough silence for three lifes.<br>"I think i have some snacks somewhere if anyone wants...oh yeah...the only one that could eat it is the Quarian, right? Still...want something?"<br><br>The sounds only stopped when three people entered. Not because Callius had become attentive and neither before they awakened the spark of authority though. He was rather surprise.<br>Callius' Scorpion pistol fell to the ground and he jumped to his feet, the claw pointing at the human, Gregory Foresythe. His voice was loud and just as angry as shocked.<br><br>"What is this man doing here? This man...it's Gregory Foresythe isn't he? He is responsible for more death Turians than some epidemics. Having him on a Turian vessel is like spitting in the face of those who died during the First Contact War!" For a second Callius looked as if considering if a public murder was socially acceptable, then his hand sunk down.<br>Taking a deep breath, he walked back to his weapons in order to holster them and turn around with a cold stare. "So why are we here? Make it quick, feeling..." His gaze turned to Foresythe. "...sick."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 02:57:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/266/e/5/salarian_the_female_by_rikona-d4ano8p.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ledra Valene.<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Shuttle Bay.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Gregory Foresythe // Open.<br><br><hr><br>Boring, it had been tedious and cloying and dull and repetitious and....and...boring! She'd been employed by one of the electrical companies that dealt with the Citadel's overall tech upkeep and at first, it was fun, something different and interesting; she had free reign over the whole Citadel when she was working. She enjoyed her work. But as it continued, as weeks passed her by, everything became the same and it started to become too boring to bare. She'd always had trouble holding a position or staying in one place when she was younger, so it was just part of her process that she quit, though the company did everything in their power to try and get her to stay; she was one of their best workers, after all. <br><br>After Ledra had quit, she spent a lot of her time trying to find things to do. Nothing immediately caught her attention until she started going through her mother's lockbox which she read through at least three times in one sitting. She tried her best to look into what she found, but that included getting into secured files and look into other documentation somehow. Ledra signed up for a position at C-Sec; a simple admin job that she managed to get through an inside source. The Salarian did her job as any normal clerk would, for a week that was, and then began hacking systems from her lone computer to look into classified C-Sec documents, then she moved onto Council documentation and although she found some interesting facts about the Colony her mother was stationed on, they were all minor and didn't actually lead her to anything important. <br><br>After about three weeks on the job, she was discovered by a higher up C-Sec officer and because of the severity of her information, she was put before the Citadel Council. They were oddly impressed, but obviously very discussed, not only with her for doing what she did, but for C-Sec's system for being so weak. They held her in a cell for a few days before offering her a position on a mission that was apparently 'very important' to the Council and was being overseen by one of their Spectre's or remain in their custody until they figured out what to do with her. Of course, Ledra was more than happy to accept the position on the mysterious ship! She'd never done anything like it before and even though they'd practically blackmailed her into it, she would have agreed to it without the underhand tactics of the Council. <br><br><hr><br>Ledra tried her very <em>very</em> best to keep quiet on her journey through the ship with the rest of the other mission candidates, and she was proud that she had actually managed it. If she hadn't restrained herself as much as she had, she probably would had been commenting on absolutely everything she'd seen while walking through the ship. The female Salarian followed after the human female in front of her, a need to make conversation overwhelmed her as she looked the woman curiously up and down; she was so curious about other races. Ledra was currently dressed in a pair of form-fitting, black trousers decorated with a deep pink padding on her thighs and calves, mostly for decoration than any other purpose. On her elongated torso she wore a matching deep, dusty pink and black, tight fitting, long sleeved top, the neck line extended up her neck, making it a turtle neck of sorts. A black jacket was thrown on top of her body and zipped up the front, salmon stripes and rose buttons decorating the item. Under her jacket was a sort of gun holster that her pistol sat in comfortably at her left side, while her assault rifle was strapped to her back in a normal fashion. <br><br>When they reached the Shuttle Bay, Ledra paused in her space in the line, turning her head from side to side to look at the others without holding back her curious expression, a friendly smile on her face. She seemed so out of place, though she couldn't help but let herself seep through her restrained exterior. It was quiet and although the atmosphere was obviously awkward, Ledra refused to feel it. She heard the Turian among them speak up and she felt herself frowning a little. Just as she was about to reply, the elevator door opened and two Turians stepped out along with a human male. Her large, dark eyes blinked strongly at them; one of the Turians had to be the Spectre....or maybe both of them were? She glanced around at the other people lined up with her and then her eyes turned back on the strangers who had just entered. <br><br>When a roll call was initiated, Ledra simply blinked, absent. She had never done anything like this before and it showed. The Salarian glanced around for a moment to see what other people intended to do, but then she spoke out in a fast-paced, feminine voice. "Ledra Valene here." A smile covered her face as she raised a webbed hand to give a casual wave, her head tilting slightly to the side. If it wasn't proper, she didn't care; Ledra wasn't a Solider or part of any Military, after all, and she was almost 88.4% sure that they'd have been made aware of this before hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>28-03-2013, 18:56:39</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: C-sec Offices, Citadel - Enroute to the Ship<br>Tags: None<br><hr><br>"We're going to have to stop meeting like this." Raven stated with a grin.<br>"Don't deny it, you enjoy this." Xen replied coyley.<br>The Turian planted a deep kiss on her lips before handing her a set of documents. "The REAL reason why I'm here."<br>"I should have known paperwork would be involved." Raven groaned, mildly annoyed at the situation.<br>"A Volus Diplomat and Asari Matriarch, who'd have thought?" Xen asked, a bit surprised.<br>"And I'm guessing they want US to run clean up?" Raven asked.<br>"They want me to do the talking, you're stuck here doing the paperwork. Sorry, not my choice, I personally think you look sexier in the armor."<br><br>Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Damn, you alliance soldiers sure do have a thing for chicken-boxing" Xen responded as he went to the door to leave.<br>"It's called cock-blocking, you Turians sure are terrible with human slang." Raven grinned as Xen left and a Captain she didn't recgonize entered.<br>She stood and gave the salute as he entered. <br>"I was given these documents to pass on to you, highly sensetive and pretty hush-hush." The Captain stated.<br>"What's the situation?" Raven asked.<br>"I honestly don't know, above even MY paygrade, good luck Leuitenant Commander, I hope it's good news."<br>Raven opened the documents once she was alone. <br>"Docking bay location and a ship name....not much to go off of, but it looks like things are changing around here finally." She said to herself before making her way to the&nbsp; Vigilant<br><br>Location: Shuttlebay<br><hr><em>Wow, this MUST be important</em> Raven thought to herself upon seeing the appearance of Gregory Foresythe<br>She assumed these Turians also ranked pretty highly and made sure to render all proper greetings and salutes to the three as required.<br>"Lieutenant Commander Raven Hart, reporting for duty, sirs, and ma'am." She stated confidently as all alliance soldiers were taught to do when sounding off.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>29-03-2013, 22:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Shuttle Bay<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Everyone and No One<br><br><hr><br>Prior to boarding the <em>Vigilant</em>, Veyle hadn't been sure exactly what to expect. In fact, she wasn't even sure how she felt about it. She should have been happy, overjoyed even to be handed an opportunity such as this on a silver platter, but that simply wasn't the case. Maybe it was just the shock of it all happening so quickly, going from being stuck on the Citadel one day, still light years away from achieving her goals to suddenly being thrown within arm's reach of them (or at least one of them), but somehow she doubted it.<br><br>The fact was that her mission wasn't going to be pleasurable, not to her and certainly not to those who were on her 'list', but it was something that Veyle had to go through with. She owed somebody a blood debt for saving her life, and so much more for everything else he'd given and shown her, none of which could ever be repaid...but he could be avenged. It was justice.<br><br>Bringing a hand up to her temple, Veyle shook her head slightly and dismissed those thoughts. It was harder to do here on this ship than it had been on the Citadel since it all seemed so much more distant before, but she'd had many years to learn how to control her thoughts and emotions, so she still managed. It wouldn't have been wise to be thinking about her revenge and seething constantly, sooner or later it would cause her to slip up or somebody would be able to read it upon her face. Best to save it for the opportune time.<br><br>For now, the girl made herself focus on her cover. With her last name being changed, it felt almost like an alias even though technically she was masquerading as herself, albeit a very different version of herself. This version wanted what any average soldier would want: to perform well, complete the mission and impress her superiors. Unlike some of the others who'd slunk away towards the periphery of the shuttle bay, Veyle forced herself to stand her ground with the rest of the pack despite every fiber of her being telling her to hide. <em>You are hiding, hiding in plain sight</em>, she had to constantly convince herself in her head. <br><br>This wasn't training anymore, it was do or die, one single chance, no retries, and it was unnerving having so many pairs of eyes on her or even just around her. Especially those of Colonel Foresythe and the pair of Turians flanking him, the trio seeming to Veyle like some sort of clairvoyant jury as they stood there with their matching uniforms and keen eyes. She didn't mind elderly people who appeared harmless like most of them did, but when they had sharp, steely gazes like Foresythe did, they gave Veyle the creeps. Whether they were truly judging her or not, it felt like they were, and it was getting very stuffy and uncomfortable.<br><br>"Veyle Holden, at your command." Veyle saluted stiffly, holding the rigid posture and hand up to her temple until she was given the order to go back to being at ease. She'd been playing the (mostly) obedient soldier for years, a little while longer wouldn't kill her. <em>Just stay focused and don't fuck up...</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 03:59:09</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Asgard office.<br>Tags: Flashback, One day before.<br><br>It's amazing how many misconceptions surround human mythology. Most people wouldn't be able to tell you much more than 'Thor goes boom', and that is just the humans. The other species had even less knowledge about it. With that in mind, how few people would be able to link the common theme of Norse mythos that he had surrounded himself in. How few would be able to piece together the connection between the Asgard Protection company and the deadly mercenary Mjolnir? So far, he'd not met a single one: Excluding, possibly, the most powerful man in the Universe.<br><br>Perhaps it was with arrogance that Stephen took his call with that man in the Odin suite. It was named after the king of gods and held two very individually intimidating men. On one end; a man who's biotic potential was scary and whose skill with firearms was just as frightening; on the other, the most powerful information baron in existence and a man who could rally an army of people of similar intimidating talents as the first.<br><br>"So what do you need from me this time? I can't imagine this is a friendly chat." The voice rang with a cold confidence. Nothing quite as deep as arrogance, but self-reliance that came with a success story. The second voice rang out with the obvious gravelly gargle of a voice distortion unit.<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">"I don't know what is going on, but the Council is making waves. Apparently you've been shortlisted for some secret project coming up. I could certainly use a pair of ears on anything being guarded this closely. </div><br>"It's been a while since I've taken any of your work, Broker. Why should I start now?"<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">"Think of it as your own work: They'll approach Stephen Grayson on the outside, but Mjolnir is who they want. Who knows what they know? How they plan to motivate you is beyond me, but you know that information on you is accessible from me…at the right price. If they had information on the one thing you want…"</div><br>"Jen’ann..."<br><br><div style="text-align: right;">"Listen to their offer. Take the job, and it might get you leads on her. I'll pay handsomely if you dig me anything up. It’s a win-win."</div><br>With that, the Shadow Broker ended the call: his point made. So far, it had never been Stephen who put the phone down first. Always the Shadow Broker who lead the way...leading the dance, so to speak. Was he leading the dance, even now? Pulling at strings and dictating moves without giving a single tell to the mercenary? It didn't matter either way: for Stephen's mind was stuck on one thing...<br><br>"...Jen’ann."<br><br>Stephen felt a dull ache in his left side, along the lines of his artificial limb.<br>_____________________________________________<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Location</span>: Shuttle bay<br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"> Tags</span>: All and none<br><br>The here and now.<br>______________________________________________<br><br>When you are called to see a Turian spectre by a Turian Councillor, there are many things you expect: Most of them involve a carapace and attitude. What is not expected is being crammed into a room with an amalgamation of different races; ranging from Quarian to Salarian, Human and Asari. Even further down on the scale is seeing one of the most important people in your life, the Asari to whom he owed his life. In most situations, he would have pushed through the crowd to shake hands with the woman who maintained his existence so expertly, those years ago.<br><br>Yet this was not a time to prove anything less than expertly and efficiently business-like. He'd expected this meeting to be one closer to a job interview, and he'd dressed appropriately. He wore human designed attire, a business suit: with tie included. He felt almost naked, in comparison to the Turians and Quarians in body armour. Still, he wasn't completely defenceless. For one, he had ALICE at his beck and call...or should he say 'VIOLA', and for a second he had a Shotgun pressed against the curve of his back, the holster slightly hidden just below the suit jacket. He doubted he'd need it: but nor did he hide it. It was, for lack of a better descriptor, hidden in plain sight.<br><br>Slowly, watching the War veterans take up centre stage: Stephen noticed a creeping boredom take him over: he had never been an 'Alliance man'. It didn't run in his family, so to speak. So he didn't particularly know the Human from Adam. If not for the medals he wore, he'd think the man had wondered onto the ship accidentally: He couldn't profess to know who the Turians were either.<br><br>As if designed to dash away his boredom: a Turian from the group led into the Shuttle bay reacted with rather obvious malice and hostility towards the Human. At what looked like a threat of violent escalation, Stephen felt his hand reach and grip the holster of his shotgun. The Turian wouldn't have time to grab his pistol before eating the results of a barrage of pellets being driven through two mass effect fields and into his back. Thankfully, he controlled himself with a fine decorum. <br><br>Clearing his throat, Stephen stepped forward, highlighting himself as an oddity in the group. He probably almost looked non-threatening; A human in a suit with a vaguely hidden shotgun. Each of the fighters in the room probably thought themselves his superior. Each one would be unaware of the surprise biotic cannon he had at his fingertips. Barely anyone expected human biotics, especially powerful ones.<br><br>"I feel myself inclined to agree with the Turian. You don't gather such a mixing pot of specialists for no reason. Why are we here and, more importantly: why should we undertake this mission?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 00:57:37</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Shuttle Bay<br>Tags: All y'all<br><hr><strong>"We're here because somebody screwed something up, and need particularly effective people to fix it . . . at least, that's what the smart money is on."</strong><br><br>The response was from the unusual-looking human girl with the pink hair, wearing what looked like modified light Phoenix enviromental armor. Her fingers tapped lightly against her hips, in a rhythmical . .&nbsp; and mechanical . . sound, as servos flexed and moved. It looked like the young lady had both of her arms completely replaced with cybernetics, and rather sophisticated cybernetics at that . . . ones that looked suspiciously Warengion in design. Very, very odd. The girl turned her slate-blue eyes to each person in the area in turn, as she introduced herself.<br><br><strong>"I'm Alice Hackett. My mother, Rebecca, would like me to repeat that she is not interested in helping out on any more 'special missions'. Lucky for you all, I'm every bit as useful as my mother, and willing to go."</strong><br><br>She was keeping her 'skills' pinned close to her chest at the moment. It would be more fun if she surprised everyone with what she could do, after all . . especially the Turians! Likely, Rebecca's refusal and Alice's declaration of being willing to take her head made a few heads shake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 09:20:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle Bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone and No one<br><br><hr><br>As she stood there amongst them, it was still unclear as to what had motivated her to join in this expedition. In truth, Iliarya was still rather shocked at the events that had lead up to this very one. Upon entering the ship, the Asari had followed in last. She was dressed in something that she'd kept tucked away for decades. Her normal attire had been replaced by her full body armor of a faded back with dark blue highlights. Her weapons were tucked carefully in their respective places on her armor and were in clear view, should anyone be suspicious of her otherwise. Despite her armor, she moved with a grace and no expressions could be discerned from her countenance, hiding any and all thoughts that ran through her mind.<br><br>While being led through, she did not, like the others, take in her surroundings and notice anything out of place. If anything, she felt as though <em>she</em> was out of place. Iliarya's mind was racing a million light years a second as her thoughts traced back to the events leading up to her situation....<br><br><hr><em>Flashback....</em><br><br><strong>"Dr. Maveptis, there is a call for you in the conference room."</strong> The Asari confirmed the receipt of the message with a nod and the man who had delivered the message left the room. At the time, she had suspected nothing out of the ordinary; she got calls regularly for many different reasons. But upon leaving her patient, Iliarya felt apprehension as she approached the door to the conference room. Without another moment, she stepped forward and the door opened to reveal the hologram of the one she had not seen in two decades. <br><br>A breath of relief escaped the virtual image of the Matriarch upon the sight of Iliarya. The person in question stood rather frozen in shock. Before she could run or say anything, the Matriarch spoke first. <strong>"How long I have searched for you... My dear Iliarya... And to think you would find yourself here. Of course... I should have known..."</strong> Her voice trailed off as she observed the Maiden's expression, perhaps trying to find something there. <strong>"I know you must still be grieving for your sisters... "</strong> she began slowly, and here, she could see Iliarya flinch. <strong>"But that was not your fault... and you must stop blaming yourself. I know what you are like, and I knew how it must have affected you."</strong> Though Iliarya did not leave, she said nothing. <br><br>With a sigh, the Matriarch continued, <strong>"I have found out much of your activities these past few decades, and you have not disappointed me with what you have accomplished. Would I could, I would want you back at my side, but I know that is not possible. However,"</strong> Here, the Matriarch paused to gauge Iliarya's reaction on what she was about to say next, <strong>"I have a small request of you. From what I know about you, I most likely am right about why I think you have done these deeds. Knowing your guilt is not easily permissed by your conscience, I have sent your dossier to the Council representative of our people. I have great confidence that they shall contact you with a chance to help all races. Perhaps... you shall rid yourself of your feeling of guilt that is truly, not deserved."</strong> After a moment of silence, the hologram disappeared.<br><br>Undoubtedly, they did contact her. And the information she was given was quite vague. Little else was said save for that it was an extremely important mission with only a time and place to gather. The Matriarch's words echoed through her mind for days and in the end... here she was.<br><br><em>End Flashback</em><br><hr><br>And standing before them were two Turians and an old human. It wasn't until that moment that she'd noticed the diversity of their group, she not being the only representative of her race. Amongst the humans she did, however, find a familiar face. A look of surprise flashed through her face for a split moment before it went back to being expressionless. Though, she wasn't as surprised as she could have been, for he seemed the type. Perhaps. They only locked eye contact for a moment; no other form of acknowledge was plausible at the moment. <br><br>Iliarya listened rather semidetached to the words being spoken by the others gathered, though she was rather interested as to the reason that they were gathered. Like the others, she confirmed her presence by stating her name, <strong>"Iliarya Maveptis, in attendance."</strong> She, unlike some of the others, was not a soldier and refused to use such a mundane phrase as to say she was at their command. The Asari supposed, at best, that the Turian deserved his title as a Spectre, but she knew little else beyond the title and what the man had actually done. Respect was to be deserved, not expected because of a mere title. Though she was young amongst her race, she had still seen far more than any of those in attendance combined.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 15:53:09</strong>
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				<hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Cato Lacres, Fera Lacres, Gregory Foresythe<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle bay, Vigilant<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>There was a flinch and scowl from the male Turian as he watched Callius response to Foresythe's presence. While the old Colonel himself only grinned, content in the fact that he still could ruffle Turian carapace just by existing. The male took to steps towards the other Turian&nbsp; with clear malicious intent before the female laid a hand on his shoulder and tugged gently, but with a certain forcefulness.<br><br>"Easy Cato. Take a breath. Or stimm, whatever suits you." He stopped, mandibles flared in aggression before he stepped back, falling in besides Foresythe as the female stepped forward to the group. "I am Fera Lacres, Spectre. For those who don't know, this is Gregory Foresythe, former Colonel in the Alliance Military. The jumpy fellow here is my twin brother, Cato, once part of the 26th Armiger Legion, now he serves under me. If everything went off as planned, not even you should be aware of what is going on. Otherwise we are in grave danger."<br><br>She took a moment to connect eyes with each and everyone, lingering a little longer on Nel'Taan just to make sure. "If you are not ready to risk your lives for the security of Citadel Space and the safety of your people, you can step away now." She waited for another moment, repeating the same procedure as before. "Since you all seem to have already made up your mind, welcome to the Vigilant. It will be your home for the coming months. Since it has little space for private rooms because of our sophisticated equipment, this" she spread her arms and motioned around the shuttle bay "will be your quarters. We will procure bedding and facilities for you, males on my right side, females on the left. What you do in between these spaces is up to you, but I advice you..." She pointed slowly at four security cameras spread around the hall. "...you are being watched. For your own safety, of course. If you want to flex your muscles and prove yourself, go ahead, but remember, you were all handpicked by me on equal terms. That doesn't mean I'll not push you out the damned airlock if you prove to be too much of a bother."<br><br>She gave a quick nod to Gregory and Cato who turned and left the room. "We are starting take off procedures. Go ahead and make yourself at home. Briefing room in an hour, don't miss it unless you <em>really</em> enjoy your mysteries." She left with a smile and disappeared up the elevator, leaving the loosely connected crew behind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 06:30:21</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Shuttle bay, Vigilant<br>Tags: Everyone,&nbsp; Fera Lacres<br><hr><br>The opportunistic, charming smile of a practiced business man soon faded to the stone set face of a man who was being ignored when it seemed that the only figures that were grabbing attention either stood in a group of 3 relics or happened to be an outraged Turian. Even upon learned that the old man who had incited the rage within the Turian soldier went by the name Gregory Foresythe, Stephen felt nothing but disinterest. It was clear that the man was, or had been a big shot in the Alliance, and that he'd been heavily involved in the Turian wars: yet Stephen was not, nor had he ever been, an Alliance man. <br><br>He'd been called a lot of things in his life in fact; Opportunistic, Ruthless, profiteering and selfish and cold. In that regard, he shouldn't have been even slightly interested in a mission that was all about risking his life 'for the security of Citadel Space and the safety of people.' You could lob a rock inside an Alliance barracks and be able to hit half a dozen hero types: The playboy Marines who dream of combat and fantasize about killing, without the balls to get involved in it. Stephen was far more realistic than that. He sought few things in life; contentment, profit and just a few secrets that needed solving.<br><br>And yet why did his heart race at the prospect before him? Why did the prospect of risking himself for what seemed like charity and without being properly informed entice him? What inspired his desire for inclusion; perhaps it was seeing one of the few people in his life who he'd not have trouble calling friend preparing to enter the same adventure, perhaps it was the metallic clang of the woman who's fingers danced and created a metallic tune that was unmistakably made by a prosthetic, perhaps it was simply the fact that he was surrounded by a group of individuals who were potentially as talented and skilled as himself. Either way, Stephen felt an excitement in his heart that shocked him.<br><br>“I’m going to need to make a couple calls, if I’m expected to leave for such a long stint: As well as getting my gear delivered. Can we belay the shuttle leaving by two minutes?” He directed his questions at the Turian woman, already having forgotten the names and the apparent importance of the other two who formed the trio.<br><br>Looking around at the group, once again locking eyes with the Asari Iliarya Maveptis, Stephen let out a little smirk. Not the normal, faked smile that he wore like a common mask, to hide the core of his character, but a genuine smile: One that shared just a hint of his excitement.<br><br>“I look forward to working with you all.”<br><br>With that, the man seemed to turn away, speaking words to no one in particular: with the only words that could fully be heard being ‘Wayland’ and ‘Alice’ then, as if of its own accord, an Omnitool seemed to envelop his left hand, dialling the number for whichever man Stephen believed was supposed to be able to deliver all of the mercenary’s required gear in two minutes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 19:23:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pAyKbNr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttlebay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><hr>The male Turian intrigued Callius. Cato seemed willing to pick a fight which was quite unusually for authorities, not even Callius himself was that fast to lure into aggressions...at least before he got stranded on that planet. Still it seemed a shame that the Spectre called him back. Even on the slim possibility that one of them died, Callius had liked to know how far this opponent would go to teach him discipline. Due to that he didn't move so much as a muscle and instead planned how to defend against the first few punches.<br>Forescythe on the other hand was...calm, which was...frightening. After all there was an angry Turian with military training screaming at him not a minute before. While Callius still was not to keen to travel with this man and he'd probably never like him, it invoked respect for the General. Respect was a rare thing to get from the rebellios Turian, so maybe it was better.<br>Well it seemed not only where his superiors rather strangely picked, they also were not too keen on letting anyone know why they where here, however since they were so sure that none of them could know guessing seemed a rather bad option, still he was curious and not about to wait, so he figured it might be ok to guess a little, maybe he was right?<br>"Is it about someone choking people with biotics and building a space station that's able to destroy planets? No, that sounds too crazy. Civil war on a planet filled with thresher maws, ardat yakshi and ability enhancing drugs? Nah... Hmm...what else could it be? Geth? Rachni? Old forgotten races? I'm just trying to cover the stuff i wouldn't believe."<br>Callius shut up as he realized that he actually was supposed to give a comment. Well he risked his life for a sandwich once, but something told him thatdeath wouldn't be the worst possible thing about this trip, nothing booze wouldn't cure though. Being a hero for once also sounded kinda nice so why not?<br>"Will we be able to boast about&nbsp; this later on or is it one of those top secret...wait that question was stupid...it's always top secret."<br>The rest of the introduction was pretty much what he expected, except for actually showing him where the suveilance was. Flashbacks of older pranks came in his mind, surveillance cameras usually were easy to fool and the Turian was very creative when it came to pranks and before he shook the meomories of he already programmed a little hack to make the cameras show 40 minutes of hanar porn and was just about to start the little cyber attack when he heard about the airlock, however this little thread made his omnitool vanish in an instand, he could use ONE person that doesn't want to smash his head.<br>Before Cato and Foresythe left, Callius stiffened and saluted in the General's direction, while he had no doubt this action would seem utterly crazy to most, he felt it was right...that this man has earned to be treated with respect, even though he couldn't completely hide the pure hatred he felt. After a short nod he turned around scanning the room. before finally standing still at a rather dark spot.<br>"I think my skills would be most usefull here in the case of an attack. If noone else wants it, i'd like to sleep here."<br>Overhearing the words of the blonde human, Callius interest was piqued. He wondered what everyone else might bring? Hopefully nothing that would crush them at a latter point, maybe he should make sure though.<br>"I don't think we should take to much stuff with us...we wouldn't want to use up to much space since this still is a shuttle bay...thought this place could use a bar...and music. I think i could arrange something...if we make a landing on Omega i could also get a few asari dancers, i know a few there."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 17:36:54</strong>
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				<hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Cato Lacres, Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Briefing Room, one hour later<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><hr>The briefing room was considerably less crowded than the rest of the ship. It had a big empty space surrounded by seats in the classic turian amphitheater style. Right now the holograph in the center of the room just projected a schematic of the ship, so that any of the newcomers could get to know the vessel better. Fera sat off to one side with Cato by her side, while Foresythe was nowhere to be seen. From the tone of their conversation it was clear that they were discussing something wholly unrelated to the mission, since they were smiling and occasionally even laughing. Or at least one could hope it wasn't about their mission.<br><br>"...I'm sure you'll do fine, brother." the Spectre finally exclaimed as the last of the group had entered the room. She stood up and walked up to the middle of the hall, fiddling with the holo-controls a little before turning a gaze towards Raven. "I'm guessing you know who this is."<br><br>The hologram changed into the visage of a turian, his eyes seemingly replaced with synthetics, a complex teal pattern tattooed into his carapace. The image progressed, changing gradually to show more synthetics breaking through until finally the turian seemed wholly replaced with a mechanical monstrosity that Raven had faced down ten years earlier. "Casca Corvinus. Warlord, terrorist, madman?" Fera glanced briefly at Veyle before looking around at the others. "Ten years ago Lieutenant Hart was part of a mission to hunt down this turian. Much like this team, it was mixed in race and progressed the new integration policies greatly. The team was successful in their mission and managed to capture Casca before he became this." The image of the monstrosity panned out and showed the full extent of the change. The turian's frame was fully synthetic, as if a Geth sculptor had decided to depict his own version of the turian species. "In the end Casca was killed as he rampaged through the SSV Arnhem. Mission successful, as that was the original objective. However, it seems we didn't stamp out the corruption of Corvinus entirely..."<br><br>The hologram changed once more, showing security footage from the Citadel docking areas as a mech breaks out of a large shipping crate and crush several customs guards before running of. "At the start of the mission, the team had encountered Casca in the sense that he was remotely controlling this mech. It tried to make contact with J'alara, an Asari which had been associated with him earlier, and ultimately as she refused his offers he tried to assassinate her. While the team successfully destroyed the mech and saved her life, later recruiting her to their cause, they never followed up on the mech. It had been shipped from here..." The image changed to show a planet, seemingly a tropical paradise with extensive human colonization. "Fulci Phi in the edge of the Terminus Systems. Capitol of the small Fulci Fascista, a successful secessionist state that broke out of Alliance control and settled several planets in the sector to avoid Alliance pursuing them. As their name implies, they are a fascist dictatorship, lead by Lucio Lambert, who succeeded his predecessor, Velma Fulci, some five years ago. Now you may ask what relevance this has on us." <br><br>Fera paused for a moment and the image changed into a newscast that had become widespread since the incident a week earlier. "<em>It is unknown at this time how many were killed in the terrorist bombings that shook the outer Wards this afternoon, but a religious terrorist organization known only as Symbios has taken responsibility for the attack, claiming that for every synthetic enhanced life form that is martyred by the Citadel Council, a thousand impure will die.</em>" The newscast started to rewind as Fera manipulated the controls and paused in the middle of it, image showing the bombed area. Further fiddling enlarged the upper right corner of the picture until one could see graffiti on one of the fallen walls. It read <strong>CASCA LIVES!</strong><br><br>"The Symbios erupted on Fulci Phi some years ago and instantly became earmarked for destruction by the Fascista for their religious tones and violent acts against non-enhanced beings. It has spread significantly since then, seemingly with a cell here on the citadel. Which brings us here. Our mission is to go to the bottom of this. Which means we are going to Fulci Phi to infiltrate Symbios, find out its ties to Casca Corvinus and destroy it from within. Any questions so far?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>04-04-2013, 04:09:15</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Vigilant Briefing Room<br>Tags: None<br><hr><br>Raven's fists tightened, seeing Casca's image portrayed. She may not have delivered what they thought was the kill shot but she had made sure to put a bullet in the monster before the end of the mission.<br><em>*Casca's alive! But How?!</em> Raven thought in her head. <em>Unless they only mean his ideas, but even that is dangerous.</em><br><br>Raven was glad they remembered her, she only hoped her enemies did not. It was clear to anyone who read her files and cases, especially her history of the Casca mission that she had no love for Synthetics. If it was up to her, she'd kill each and every one of these <em>Symbios</em> slowly, just to watch Casca Squirm.<br><br>It was true she wasn't a big fan of cybernetics either, and having so many robotic limbs in the group made her edgy, but previous missions allowed most of these prejudices to pass, considering it was a robotic arm that saved her life in a good number of instances. I mean, if given the choice to either be desk-bound missing an arm, or using a robotic arm and being on the field, Raven would take the field. But for most intents and purposes she despised the idea that fake was superior to real. Cold and Lifeless Vs. Warm and Embracing.<br><br>She had drawn a lot of criticism from her last crew for being the only one to support J'alara's killing of the Warengion, especially from Rebecca, who's views (which Raven saw as Naive), clashed with Raven's own. Raven wondered if her being on a team with Rebecca's daughter would be just as rocky.<br><br>Raven finally unclenched her fists, they felt almost numb from how tightly she clenched them while thinking about Casca.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 07:59:11</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Shuttle Bay<br>Tags: All y'all<br><hr>Sitting in the briefing room, Alice idly tapped a metallic finger against her chair rhythmically, as she listened to the briefing and watched the video clip. Rolling her eyes, Alice spoke up dismissively.<br><br><strong>"I find it hard to believe that Casca Corvinus could be alive, in any sense, if the previous team were successful in destroying him. At best, maybe they have a secondary synthetic body for him, made in his image, and programmed with his mannerisms and speech patterns? At worst, it's an elaborate hoax to use him as some kind of martyr figure . . . But either way infiltrating this group shouldn't be a big problem for some of us."</strong><br><br>Alice markedly looked over at Stephen, and then down at herelf, before back over to Raven. <strong>"Assuming they don't know the identities of the original group that defeated Casca. If so, there miiiight be problems . . . all in all it shouldn't be too problematic though. I assume we'll want to discretely make contact with the cell on the Citadel, before we head out to Fulci Phi?"</strong> Alice was being very matter-of-fact about all this, but the tapping of her finger and the nervous tone in her voice, betrayed some excitement. She was different than Rebecca in that regard, at the very least.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>05-04-2013, 14:10:10</strong>
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				Name: Callius Thyron<br>Location: Shuttlebay<br>Tags: Open<br><hr>The Turian has been surprisingly quiet for the whole briefing, considering how much he seemed to like the sound of his own voice and even after it was done he didn't speek too much and instead seemed preoccupied with his omnitool and and scratching his head from time to time, looking pensive. This looked like a lot of problems to overcome, finding a dead crimelord surely was not easy but then there were a lot of unknown information and Callius didn't see how he could act effectively with only a fraction of the information he'd need.<br>Callius was pulled out of his research by the Human woman with the metal arm. The things she said were all right, but C-Sec showed him often enough that sometimes Answers that seem logical, easy and convinient just don't exist.<br>"What exactly happened to Casca? Did someone find his corpse? We can neither rule out that that the team did a poor job nor that Casca's Simbiotic enhancements made him tough enough to survive a wound considered mortal a this point. Even cloning seems possible given enough funds and effort. Callius pause and looked into the room. "Also...as far as i understood we got one member of the team that killed him. We could use that to lure him out...IF he still lives."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 08:10:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Briefing Room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone and No one<br><br><hr><br>When the Spectre had begun speaking earlier, Iliarya had focused her attention on the Turian. She could feel the command that the woman possessed, just from the way she carried herself. Tone of voice, stance, eye contact as the Spectre made a point to look at each and every one of them. Somebody that she could very well come to respect, in time. Fera's introduction of her companions still did little to inform Iliarya on why the other Turian amongst them had reacted so violently to the old human; she was not one to keep up with the news on a daily basis. Although, now he seemed to be rather quiet after his previous outburst. Throughout, Iliarya had been rather passive, hardly showing any reactions to what the Spectre had said. Either way, it had answered none of their questions and they were still in the dark until the debriefing. During the interval, she had merely wandered about, having already finished all her business on the business on Citadel before she had boarded, even without knowing what she was getting herself into. Despite it all, Iliarya could feel a form of excitement growing inside her. She locked eyes with Stephen and upon seeing his smirk, and, in contrast with her usual poker face, returned one of her own. It was almost as if she could feel the excitement coming from <em>him</em>.<br><br>Now, seated within the briefing room, Iliarya's eyes scanned the hologram in front of them, arms crossed. Despite her lack of interest for general news, this particular turian's visage seemed to strike a familiar chord in her memory. Where she had seen it before, she could not quite recall, however. She listened on to Fera's telling of the past mission to hunt down the turian. Eyes flashed to the change in hologram and an eyebrow raised slightly as the graffiti contradicted what the Spectre had just stated. <br><br>Iliarya had no questions of her own, but the others had already posed ones that would answer some of the questioning thoughts that she had. Though she did agree with the young human female, by the name of Alice if she remembered correctly. It was quite near impossible, logically speaking, to have the person they were supposed to be alive if they claimed to have successfully killed him. Completely remaking him into a synthetic form was also a rather impossible feat to accomplish, no matter how one looked at it. Some parts, yes. All? Unlikely. <br><br>All in all, Iliarya could feel this becoming more than what it seemed. To an extent, she was excited, but nervous. It had been so long since she'd actually pulled a trigger... And to be using her powers again. She looked down at her hands. It was inevitable. Her skin tingled as if knowing what was coming. How often had she done similar things back on Thessia for her Matriarch? Her eyes closed and floods of memories came flashing through as she recalled all the missions she had undergone so many centuries ago. They opened again and looked over at Stephen's direction, a hint of a smile on her lips as if to say <em>"Doesn't it seem too easy?"</em>. Though it could hardly be so, given what the risks were.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 06:00:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Vigilant Briefing Room<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Everyone and No One<br><br><hr><br>Veyle hadn't known exactly what to expect going into her first briefing aboard the Vigilant, but it definitely hadn't been <em>this</em>. Was it supposed to be a cruel joke or some sort of elaborate psychological test...what? Her father was already dead, they'd killed him, why were they bombarding her with images and more of their disgusting lies about him? And the images...those dreadful images of what he'd supposedly become before the end...<br><br><em>NO!</em> Veyle knew that it wasn't true. That synthetic thing...her father would never willingly have done that to himself, it was insane. They did it to him, to make him out as a monster and have something to show the world to cover up their crimes. She knew they did it, <em>she knew!</em> The rage and hunger for revenge that she'd been nurturing for so long swelled up inside of her, urging her to act, but she knew that she couldn't do it now. Her head began to hurt as she desperately wrestled with her impulses and she pressed a palm to her temple to steady herself, but it was stronger than her; overpowering. <br><br><strong>Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!</strong><br><br>The metallic tapping sounds exacerbated her migraine, each one making her brain throb painfully inside of her skull to the point where she was practically doubling over in her chair, clutching at the sides of her head with both hands, squeezing it together in a futile attempt to block out the lies and the tapping and to make the pain stop. If the others hadn't noticed her by then, they certainly would have when she suddenly jumped out of her seat, lamenting herself loudly as she continued to hold her head.<br><br><strong>Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!</strong><br><br>She couldn't breathe anymore. The air here was too thick, it was like inhaling wet cement that hardened as soon as it touched the linings of her throat or lungs. Worse still, Veyle's implant was beginning to act up like it always did when she became overly stressed, causing her to feel like the entire rear half of her brain was about to explode at any moment. She knew that she had to get out of there. Space, quiet, darkness, that's what she needed.<br><br>Disoriented, Veyle stormed out of the room as quickly as she could, slamming her shoulder hard into the side of the doorway before making it outside and instinctively retracing her steps towards the shuttle bay. Finally unable to confine her anger any longer, it burst out of her in the form of reckless telekinetic waves that send crates and equipment all around crashing into one another or walls before clattering back down to the ground, creating an awful din that could possibly be heard in the surrounding areas throughout the ship.<br><br>When she was finally spent, and with the pressure in her head having gone down considerably from skull-splittingly unbearable to just very, very painful, Veyle huddled herself up in a corner, shielded by a large crate that she'd hurled off the wall there moment before. Sitting with her back against the wall, knees pulled back to her chest and her arms wrapped around them, she breathed heavily through her mouth as droplets of sweat poured down her forehead and a handful of tears rolled down her brightly flushed cheeks (but only a handful).<br><br>Despite her fragile state of mind, Veyle realized that she was going to have a lot of explaining to do, and that she'd better start thinking of something quick.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-04-2013, 15:14:33</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Vigilant Briefing Room--&gt;Cargo Bays<br>Tags: Everyone, then Veyle Holden<br><hr><br>As the group gathered around the briefing room of the Vigilant, a few changes would be apparent in Stephen. One would be his dramatic change in attire; the stylish one-piece suit had been replaced by a suit of unusual red armour (http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Jormangund_Technology), complete with a few guns that made the sharp dressed man from before appear more like his true-self: A casual ender of lives, no matter what race, species, gender of affiliation. The other notable change was in his demeanour: The false happiness replaced by a sort of cold and calm way of holding himself. He was playing a more silent observer as the Turian started to explain the mission.<br><br>In honesty, the mission was somewhat interesting: and as the Turian spoke, ALICE recorded every word said as a voice file. Even though his prime reason for being here was to gather information: the vanguard couldn't help but be intrigued for a number of reasons. For a start, the target of the previous mission, Casca Corvincus, was a matter of much debate within the Shadow Broker's files. Even he knew not what the Turian's objective was with the Damascus IV incident: In fact, much speculation surrounded the man himself. Any information he got would be incredibly valuable to the Shadow Broker: perhaps valuable enough to garner information on a certain Asari Matron? Throughout his thought processes, he heard the tapping of metal on metal: an interesting sound he'd long since grown accustomed too. It almost had the effect of a calming metronome to him. He looked at Iliarya Maveptis and saw the little knowing smile she gave him. It put a little smirk on his face, had him clearing his throat to direct a question at the Turian Spectre.<br><br>"As fascinating as this mission sounds, it hardly sounds the place for a close protection officer. Wouldn't you agree?"<br><br>The question was a bit of a play on Stephen's part. He wanted to know a few things about his potential employer: namely what they knew about him; they clearly knew that he played the part of Mjolnir, but did the rest of the group know? He didn't think he'd ever killed anyone they might hold dear but it was so hard to keep track nowadays and...<br><br>Stephen's though process was suddenly disrupted by the sudden motion of the pretty woman who kept making little hateful glances towards the Spectre and the hologram that she'd projected of the former Turian warlord. He recognized the mask, so expertly worn by someone trained to mask their feelings and wondered if the woman would prove to be interesting. When nobody moved to stop her, he slowly stood up, the practiced smile on his face. <br><br>"I'll go have a chat with her. I've gotten a handle on the whole P.R. thing."<br><br>The last thing he cared about was Public relations. What he cared for was a pretty woman who wore such a pretty little angel's mask. Things like him...people like him were somewhat of an interest.<br><br>He hadn't gotten two corridors from the room when he heard the mighty thunderous crash from the direction of the woman. He picked up the pace and circled round the corner when he saw the admirable chaos of her biotic handiwork. Boxes and expensive equipment was strewn around the Cargo bay and near enough everything had been destroyed in one fashion or the other. As he stood in the doorway of the room, he noticed that a single camera remained: untouched by the biotic chaos. He smirked slightly as he let rip his own little biotic display: A shockwave that shattered every chance the camera had of recording what was about to happen.<br><br>"You don't take it easy, do you?"<br><br>Stephen strolled towards Veyle: following the sound of her heavy breathing. He could guess that she was in a state, so instead of facing her, he leaned against the box that she'd taken refuge behind, making himself obvious enough to her.<br><br>"Listen, I don't know what the hell you've got on your plate: but I suggest you learn to control those biotic headaches. Wouldn't want to give the Turian a reason to not trust you, would we?"<br><br>Stephen didn't have a clue to what this woman had as an agenda, nor did he care. It wasn't his place to pry into the thoughts and minds of others. He gave her a moment to compose herself before he spun himself around to face her. He offered her his right hand: his real hand, to lift herself up.<br><br>"Stephen Grayson."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 16:06:06</strong>
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				<hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Cato Lacres, Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Briefing Room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone<br><hr>Fera listened to the theories and concerns, each one raising valid points, but each being countered in the turian's head. When they finally seemed to let down on the whole thesis-session she cleared her throat and took the tone of a sage enlightening her pupils.<br><br>"While it would seem on the surface that Casca is alive, it is quite impossible. We kept his remains for study until about five years ago, when we finally incinerated the remains and locked them up in a high security vault. We checked on these remains just a few hours after the bombings and they have not magically walked out of that vault. And even if this group has managed to create the kind of technology to emulate him, I would think that they had used that far more than they have. Why not show Casca doing this to the public, to the Council, if they wanted to provoke us into reaction? Instead it is my opinion that Symbios is some kind of cult dedicated to his ideals, that they see Casca living through them. It wouldn't be the first time in any of our cultures were a demagogue has been martyrized and made <em>immortal</em> through his followers. Needless to say, our primary concern is what the Symbios will do to achieve his aims. While I don't really admire the Fulci Fascista, I fear for their citizens, but mainly for the citizens within Citadel space. What they do on that planet could escalate into a full blown conflict between us and the Terminus Systems. Even if it doesn't, the Fascista is a necessary evil, seeing as they have managed to keep the Terminus Warlord bickering instead of invading us."<br><br>She paused for a moment before turning to Alice. "We already have another team working with the Symbios here on the Citadel. But as far as we know, all of them died in the bombings. Martyrdom through suicide, as they say. At the present our priority is Fulci Phi, nothing else." She next turned to Stephen. "As for why you are here, Mr Grayson, I think we both know why..." She didn't get to finish that sentence before Veyle stormed out of the room, and Stephen following shortly after. There was a clear turian frown on Cato's face, but Fera's didn't betray anything.<br><br>"To those of you that are biotics, while the Fascista welcomes any race to their worlds, you'll need a visitors visa. Otherwise they will be able to, by planetary law and Fulci constitution, to sterilize you. As for those of you who might be religious, there is another thing that is banned on all Fascista worlds. Keep it to yourselves while you are there and you won't be harassed. We're on a secret mission, posing as representatives of the Council, we do not need to provoke the local regime in our hunt for the Symbios. Obviously, those of you with synthetics will be viewed with suspicion, but the law still protects the rights of the <em>crippled</em>, as they call you."<br><br>Cato flinched and lifted a hand to his ear before giving a short acknowledgement and whispering something to Fera. Her eyes widened a little in a mix of surprise and annoyance before Cato walked out of the rooms. "Any other questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 17:47:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan vas Nomdae<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Briefing Room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br><br>“I have one,” A voice spoke from the back of the room. Cold and with an almost flanged ring thanks to the filter upon his mask. Nel had finally opened his mouth, and revealed his accent, something that the Humans present might have correlated to a Russian accent, as the Quarian had been told of several times during his stay on the Citadel. But it was simply a dialect that had passed down from one generation to the next aboard his birth ship, the Khai. The deep blue light upon the voice filter of his mask flashed to life as the words left his tongue, a custom the Quarians adopted centuries ago to give a little more life to their conversations since everyone had to wear the blasted helmets.<br><br>It was very apparent to the former captain that this mixed bag of biotics, engineers, soldiers, and who knew what else was as explosive as one of his specially made grenades. And they were not the least bit disciplined. Already, the young Turian had questioned the authority of one of the human commanders, and now two of the humans were prematurely leaving the briefing without a proper dismissal by their commanding officer. It was entirely inappropriate, and showed a great deal of disrespect. Even more confusing was that Fera gave no order for them to stay put, or even seemed to really care that they left before she was done.<br><br>“The mission is clear, but some of the men and women you have enlisted already show a great lack of respect for the chain of command,” he said, shooting a glance at Callius and motioning his head towards the door that Stephen and Velve bolted out of just moments earlier. The feint light of his eyes disappeared for a moment in a blink, then flashed back like someone flipping a light switch, and then they met again with Fera’s. Nel was standing formally, with his hands behind his back and standing straight up and tall, where it seemed the rest of this rag-tag group was content to lay around casually.<br><br>“Is this how your ship will be run?” Nel questioned her. A question that Nel felt he should never have to ask his captain, especially not upon the first day aboard. To his people back on the flotilla, it could have been taken as a great insult. Among these alien races, it was a unknown and her reaction would give the Quarian a better understanding of the way these people operated. The mission was intriguing and a great opportunity, so he would go along regardless. But knowing before hand that the ship was ruled by anarchy would be something good for him to keep in mind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 18:12:19</strong>
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				<hr>NPCs: Fera Lacres<br>Location: Vigilant Briefing Room<br>Tags: Everyone<br><hr>Fera met the gaze of the quarian and kept herself motion- and expressionless through his little prodding of her authority. That was all it was after all. He was testing the waters, as befitting of a former Captain of the Flotilla. As he finished she merely moved her weight over to her left foot and tilted her head.<br><br>"Don't take my relaxed manner as a sign of relaxed command, Nel'Taan vas Nomdae. Insubordination and disrespect is something to be punished, not rewarded. However I win nothing by being harsh and trying to detain people. I leave such disciplinary actions to my brother. And Mr Grayson and Ms Holden will soon learn that smashing up equipment and surveillance on my ship on his watch will not be taken lightly. I am a forgiving commander, Nel'Taan, but my brother is far from a lax disciplinary."<br><br>She shifted her weight over to her other foot and shot everyone a steely glance. "This briefing is over. Now if you excuse me, I have a ship-departure to oversee. My office is always open for you if you wish to discuss further details."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 19:57:06</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Briefing Room<br>Tags: All y'all<br><hr>"One last question, if you don't mind? When you say anyone with biotics, you mean humans as well, yes?"<br><br>Alice spoke up matter-of-factly, despite the subject matter being something that wasn't exactly widely known. As if to punctuate her statement she focused, feeling the beginings of a migraine in her head, as she built up the familiar blue twinge of a mass effect field around her raised hand. Best to go full-disclosure, considering the situation. Holding back information would likely end badly in the future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>08-04-2013, 20:38:11</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Vigilant Briefing Room<br>Tags: Nel'Taan, Alice, Iliarya, Cato Lacres, Fera Lacres<br><hr><br>After Veyle's outburst Raven thought back to the last mission which had seen its own share of Biotic Tantrums, one wound up killing a Warengion whom Raven didn't think all too highly of, several of them saved her life, until their final mission of course when shooting Casca in the head 3 times after their commander delivered the kill shot, in assurance the warlord was dead, rattled a few tempers from those who showed a bit less of a cold-hearted disdain for the warlord's life. Any other time Raven would have requested someone prone to such outbursts be pulled from the mission, but as with the last case, such individuals would likely be too valuable to the mission.<br>She looked at Nel’Taan, agreeing with him mentally but knowing their supperiors were more than capable of handling the situation. <br>"If we're dealing with Casca's kind of people, eventually one of those biotic outbursts might just save your life....or kill a relatively unknown species to us an risk a galactic incident, I'm sure they have our psych profiles and wouldn't have requested us if anyone on this team was too unpredictable to trust or cooperate with command."<br><br>Hearing Alice's own enquiry Raven Spoke up as well.<br>"I'd also like to enquire if this is due to the biotics themselves or the Eezo exposure."&nbsp; Raven questioned. Officially she wasn't a biotic by Alliance standards. The Eezo Therapy had only recently begun to show results beyond curing her insomnia and hallucinations, her powers were still in the early stages of developing and only Xen and one other being, a Krogan who helped aquire the device, knew about her black-market implant to help control her abilities.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 07:51:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Shuttle Bay<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Stephen<br><hr><br>When she heard the incoming footsteps, Veyle instinctively pulled her knees closer to her chest and scooted away slightly to distance herself from whoever was in the shuttle bay with her. The explosion of one of the cameras hanging overhead both surprised and confused her. Despite her position, her body was tensed and she was ready to defend herself if she needed to.<br><br>Once Stephen spoke up, however, Veyle was reassured as far as his intentions not being hostile and allowed herself to relax just a bit. An irritated "Go away" was her knee-jerk reaction, but then she hesitated briefly while Stephen's words echoed through her head. She glanced up at him and stared for several seconds while trying to decide whether he'd intentionally been trying to help her or not. With all of her self-erected barriers having been momentarily dropped, Sthephen might have gotten a glimpse of a vulnerable girl filled with doubts and insecurities before Veyle turned her face away and retreated behind her icy and dispassionate mask.<br><br>"You don't know anything about me," she finally added, though this time Veyle sounded more melancholy than irritated, and the comment was even spoken rather half-heartedly, like she didn't really want to be alone despite her words and demeanor.<br><br>As contradictory as it may have been, she wanted J'alara. She was the only one that understood her at all (at times Vayle even wondered if the Asari didn't understand her even better than she let on), the closest thing that Veyle had to a friend, as pathetic as that was. She hated what J'alara had done, betraying her father when he needed her the most, and for that she would have to suffer the consequences when the time came, but Veyle couldn't bring herself to hate <em>her</em>. And she'd tried to. She'd tried with all of her heart, but as irrational as it was, the feeling refused to manifest. <br><br>But there wasn't going to be any J'alara, so she was stuck with this Stephen character. If nothing else, at least he'd given her the inspiration to come up with a good excuse for the Turians when they inevitably came to confront her about her outburst.<br><br>Veyle still refused the man's hand, but she did glance at the empty space on the ground next to her and nod her chin towards it slightly, silently indicating that she would tolerate it if he wished to sit down (not to be confused with an invitation).
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 19:50:02</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Cargo Bay<br>Tags: Lithium, ALICE. (Iliarya mentioned)<br><hr><br>Watching the Biotic battle to keep her mask on, despite the already apparent slip was something that mildly humbling for Stephen;her fragility in this state, her struggle to keep the strength she normally hides behind, the way she seemed to try so desperately to convince not him, but herself that solidarity was what she wanted struck a particular chord with someone who had battle against the exact same situations. He'd spent two years in that state, at the mercy of people he didn't know or understand. The feeling of having to trust someone when individuality was such a core aspect of a person was...hard. Stephen was lucky enough to have met a good soul in his time of weakness, was it a strange irony that the job had seemed to shift to him?<br><br>Or perhaps he was over-thinking things. Sure it sucked that this girl was in a state of slight turmoil, but he wasn't here to be a babysitter. He was here to try and extract benefits for himself. The entirety of his character was in his selfish nature: even accepting this mission was for selfish reasons. He didn't come here on some noble mission to save the Citadel; he came here to get information for himself, a large cash prize from the Shadow Broker and to test his mettle against other people handpicked for such a mission. <br><br>And yet here he was, slowly sliding down just beside Veyle, his right arm just brushing against her left as he took up a pew, so to speak. "Still didn't get your name..." he shrugs, just happy to sit in the silence and wait for her to respond. Unlike his Asari savior: Stephen had no real skills in dealing with people. He could order his staff about, and he could deal with clients. Manipulation was easy, but actually communicating with a person? That was not his strong suit.<br><br>As if to spoil the silence forming between them, the robotic chime of a synthesized female voice echoed from Stephen's left arm, startling him slightly "<tt class="bbc_tt"><em>Mr Grayson, I have finished analyzing the voice file, and it is advised that you go about organizing a Visa: should you intend to visit Fulci Phi, as was suggested by the Turian. All biotics without Visas are sterilized on the planet. I have gone about organizing the necessary arrangements with Odin, shall i proceed?</em></tt>"<br><br>Stephen looked down at his left arm, a silent curse muttered under his breath. Whilst he had not hidden the synthetic nature of his left arm, he had hidden the secret inside. No one knew of ALICE, and those who did were told the convenient lie that she was a VI program. Should this girl be tech savvy at all, she would quickly realize how the synthesized voice was almost certainly an AI. <br><br>Sighing heavily, he could do nothing more now. For some unknown reason, ALICE had wanted to reveal herself. The AI was clever enough to avoid relaying such complex messages in public normally. <br><br>"Proceed with arranging the Visa...arrange one for my companion as well: would you prefer your real name or an Alias?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 20:46:26</strong>
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				<hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Briefing Room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Leaving<br><hr>Fera looked back at Alice and Raven with the patient face of a mother surrounded by inquiring children. It was a bit amusing how humans tended to complicate things for themselves when given direct and clear instructions or information.<br><br>"The Fascista is a rather unique human colony in that its constitutions embrace and race and gives all equal rights and duties. In this case both humans and <em>aliens</em> are subject to the same scrutiny and discrimination as some would say. As for your concerns, Lieutenant, are you willing to try their boundries?"<br><br>She gave the duo an amused smile and turned, making her way towards the bridge before anyone else could ask her a question. If they were curious about anything, they could turn to her office after take-off.<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Cato Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Corridors<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephen and Veyle<br><hr>Cato wasn't a racist. He didn't discriminate. He despised everyone, no matter what race they belonged to, until they had proved themselves to him. There were only a few he trusted, even fewer he could <em>really</em> trust. Given any circumstance, he was more likely to be passively hostile than pleasant. If anyone was stupid enough to come with snippy remarks or, gods help them, trying to stick it to him, the reaction was far more likely violent than anything else. Fera and Gregory knew he had a soft side, they knew that something was eating at him from the inside. But he never let anyone in. It was far easier to take a stimulant pack and forget about the problems for an afternoon down at the firing range with his companions in the strike force.<br><br>"<em>We are in vicinity, sir. Want us to take them in.</em>"<br><br>"<strong>Just a moment, I'm almost there.</strong>"<br><br>Biotics. Why Fera had insisted on hiring on so many of them, he didn't know. As far as he knew, they were trouble even if they could handle themselves. He had pointed out the inherent problem of bringing Veyle Holden on the mission. She was compromised to Casca, even if the Council assured she had been reschooled. Didn't help that the one responsible for that same reschooling was J'alara, once-lover of the same. It was a joke, had to be. She was barely out of the nest and Fera wanted to put her on the line of a Spectre-mission? As he rounded the last corner and joined up with the security forces, mostly turians and a human and salarian, he ordered for them to follow his lead as he stepped around the corner. The devastation was lackluster at best, the equipment were mostly undamaged, save for some monitors and readers. But as the sec-team had noted, the security cameras were broken. Stephen and Veyle sat next to each other on the ground as he approached, another security team approaching from the other side of the corridor, weapons ready but not raised.<br><br>"<strong>Mr Grayson, Ms Veyle. I would appreciate if you don't go around vandalizing my sister's ship while you are a guest on board. Furthermore I will have to restrict your use of biotics for the remainder of the trip and have you contained at your quarters until Fera has gotten a word with each of you regarding this incident.</strong>" Cato was uncharacteristically cool about it, even keeping his tone level. "<strong>If you disapprove of any of this or resist, I will be happy to beat the living snot out of the both of you with a shock gauntlet and bunt you into the brig.</strong>" His eyes hardened and he gave both a look that dared them to try his patience. Truth was that what he said was probably milder than what he would actually do. Insubordination and lack of discipline was punished severely if Cato Lacres caught you in the act.<br><br>"<strong>So, will you please stand up and allow me to escort you to the shuttle bay. You can continue your little chat there.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 21:47:56</strong>
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				Name: Callius Thyron<br>Location: Briefing room<br>Tags: Open<br><hr>When Fera mentioned her brother, Callius chuckled a bit. He could imagine what that person would see as disciplinarian action and it was not pretty, what disturbed Callius about those thoughts was less of the gore, but that he didn't imagine himself to be the first to get to know it. Actually he kinda felt bad for the two humans. Hopefully Cato had experience with humans...they are squishy and can't take as much abuse as a turian and still walk, then again...so did salarians and it was likely he fought with them now and then.<br><br>That aside he didn't gain all too much inside from what he heard. Other than that the Quarian was a spoilsport and he seemed to be crowded by people that can crush things with their mind. Both seemed like a good thing though, if someone didn't threaten Callius constantly, he most likely would not even remember the rules and biotics where always helpful.<br><br>Callius slowly got up. Not quite sure if that was really all, usually people around him ended their speeches with "and don't blow anything up", then again...Fera allready threatened everyone with the airlock, so he could label it a different leadership style and accept it. However the Mission was still a bit of a mystery to him. He didn't even think that much of enhancing was possible. Now he had to fight something that was a half turian robot abomination...a dead half turian robot abomination. He looked around the room and addressed the world in general.<br><br>"I don't know about you, but the whole story about organics enhancing themselves until they're basicly synthetics and dead warlords returning seems kind of disturbing to me... So i think i'll get drunk enough that i won't feel whatever punishment they'll deal for drinking on duty." Callius made a pause in which he realized that he basicly invited Fera and Cato to stop him from it. "If anyone has questions to me he should do so quickly, else you're wellcome to join me...I always have some none dextro based alcohol on me for interogations."<br><br>With that Callius left the room and headed for the shuttle bay.<br><br><br>Location: Shuttle bay<br><hr>To his surprise Callius discovered all of the stuff he requested to be transfered already delivered into the shuttle bay, which in turn would make settling in a piece of cake, seeing how much time he'll most likely have before starting clearance. However Callius didn't have to much to begin with. Some equipment and two pieces of luggage.<br><br>Callius quickly sorted things, by putting a camp bed in th dark corner he picked a while ago and put the luggage below. As such he could invest the rest of the time sensibly, however he didn't. Not too long until he sat down with a bottle of booze in his hand and some unopened bottles across from him. However he seemed to wait on something before taking the first sip, his mind still raced. Just what in the world was he doing here? He used to work alone, were his skills even of use in a group? On top of that most of the additional crew was bound to hate him for his tantrum at Grayson, so he could neither rule out someone ruining his stealth, nor getting shot in the back... <em>All the while fighting someone who can't but may possibly exist...great.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 04:23:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Shuttle Bay<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Stephen, Cato<br><hr><br>"Veyle," she gave Stephen her name as he settled in next to her, happy to omit the last name which she didn't truly identify with and also feeling mildly better now, having some form of contact with somebody that she had no reason to hate. However, conversing with people whom she didn't know, or anyone other than J'alara, really, had never been one of her strong points. She wasn't even sure if it would be better to say something or let the silence continue to reign. In an interesting twist, a third voice that belonged to neither Veyle nor Stephen interjected and saved her from having to make any kind of decision.<br><br>Having probably had more contact with VIs than with people ever since her relocation to the Citadel, the program's distinct cadence and advanced level of articulation immediately jumped out at her. Veyle stole a curious glance at Stephen's left arm before trailing her eyes up towards his, wearing a subtle look of amusement on her face. She could already hear the sound of the blast doors opening and the heavy footsteps of the security team approaching, so she leaned in to whisper something to Stephen before they arrived.<br><br>"You should learn to control your VI," Veyle said knowingly. "Almost seems like she might be too clever for her own good."<br><br>Cato and his squad were upon them before she had time to answer about the visa. She wasn't too bothered by him until he made his threats, at which point her gaze fixated on him with hardened eyes, although the girl managed to maintain more of unimpressed look rather than a menacing one. Still, Veyle vowed to herself not to let him hurt her if he tried. She'd taken enough from people like him, suffered enough at the hands of the Alliance, and she wasn't going to be made to suffer any more.<br><br>For now, though, she did as Cato asked and would continue to do so as long as he kept his hands to himself. By his own admission, it seemed like his sister Fera was the important one, and the one that Veyle would need to justify herself to, so she saw no reason to bother with him.<br><br>"Veyle Holden," she told Stephen somewhat begrudgingly while Cato escorted them to wherever. It felt more like an alias than a 'real' name, probably because she knew within herself that her true name was Corvinus. "For the Visa. Thank you." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 23:26:02</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Vigilant Briefing Room, enroute to Shuttle Bay<br>Tags: Callius, Anyone else who cares to join.<br><hr><br>Raven figured it'd be best to get to know her team, and since Callius offered she made her way in his direction. Though she was tired of her Dress uniform which she had chosen to wear for the briefing so she stopped by crew quarters to change into her working uniform. She'd stick with that until she got a feel of how formal the crew was expected to act. Maybe breaking out her civies if the dress code was lax.<br><br>"You mentioned something about Alcohol." Raven stated as she approached the Turian. "Looks like it'll take more than 5 shots to the head to kill Casca, I put 3 of those rounds in his brain personally. Apparently it didn't help much. I really can't stand synthetics ya know, the sooner we put them down the better I say. I am curious though, why all the robotic arms on our team? Are we supposed to be trying to prove something here?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>14-04-2013, 23:31:30</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Shuttle Bay<br>Tags: Veyle, Cato<br><hr><br>Her reaction to Alice had been much better than Stephen expected; he'd expected anything from out-and-out combat, screaming, shouting and all the way up to an attempted murder. Thankfully though, the woman: Veyle, had a deviant side to her. She found the revelation of the AI to be amusing, and that deviant amusement left a smile on Stephen's face. He'd underestimated her, it seemed: for she was rapidly proving to be a very interesting character indeed.<br><br>The sound of a whirring door alerted Stephen to how un-alone they were and the voice of Cato Lacres made him sigh outwardly. He had hoped to avoid speaking with the boring military types that Turians so often proved to be: They were all so set on what the goal set for them was that so few of them seemed to make their own. This one seemed no exception, as on first glance, it seemed that Cato lived for his sister. He listened to the man prattle and make empty threats and he only shrugged that off. Not really caring if a Turian wanted to wave his dick around.<br><br>Slowly, Stephen rose up and stretched. As a man who stood a bit over six foot tall, he was taller than the average human and, unlike most of his kin, stood at the same height as the Turian. His face showed no fear, but his body language showed no hostility. "Veyle and I were simply discussing ways to control the biotic headaches that many strong human Biotics inhibit. Wouldn't want her blowing your sister's ship another airlock, would we?" Stephen smiled in the same practiced, masked way he oft did. Giving so little away to the Turian who seemed to think he had the upper hand.<br><br>As Veyle mentioned her second name, he nodded politely: bringing up the Omnitool on his left arm and tapping away. The tapping was mostly superfluous, as ALICE was already organizing two additional Visa's with Odin. He was unsure what to think after the little meeting, but he had seemingly found an ally already: this was promising, to say the least. She'd be useful, to say the least. He took a moment to steal a glance at her, as she and Cato walked but a few steps ahead. <br><br>Useful indeed.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 12:12:50</strong>
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				Name: Callius Thyron<br>Location: Shuttle bay<br>Tags: Open<br><hr>Maybe Callius should have organized some chairs, the ground was not the most comfortable place to sit, then again, once he would be drunk enough he would not care anyways and if anyone would dare to drink him, that person would most likely end up at least just as drunk. So there were more pressing matters. One of them being that one person actually seemed to take him on his offer, a human even, seemed like he did not establish the image he thought he had.<br><br>"Ah...yes, the alcohol...I'd offer you a seat, but this is not exactly a living room. As for the drinks..." Callius pointed at one of the unopened bottles he spread in front of him. "That should be suitable for humans, would say non toxic, but i'm not sure how strong it is actually...you can drink from the bottle if you want, but i guess i also have glasses somewhere."<br><br>Giving his best to look like a cheerful host, Callius examined the human female. What did he know about her again? She was exposed to eezo and...well aside of that he didn't even know her name...maybe this should be where he starts?<br><br>"I don't think we got properly introduced. My Callius Thyron, pleased to meet you", Callius said cheerfull, raising his bottle to greet her instead of trying to think of the proper gesture and most likely fail.<br><br>Of course she would choose the exact topic that made the Turian start drinking in the first place. Every word cast a little more gloom in Callius face, untill she finished and he took a deep sip from his bottle.<br><br>"Shots? He was incinerated. If he is still alive, anything short of truck full of explosives won't ensure he's gone forever, couple that with the fact that his enhancements will make it hard to predict his abillities and the fact we don't even know if he lives, even less where he hides and we have a truely disturbing foe..." Callius gaze was directed at the ground as he took yet another sip.<br><br>Now that the girl mentioned it, Callius realized that it was true, he hadn't even seen one of them in his past. It&nbsp; indeed was strange but understandable.<br><br>"Are you familiar with how propaganda works? One simbiotic killed by a pure human like you and he's a martyr, if he's however killed by another enhanced person, it may even split the whole organization. That aside, i could practice hacking those arms on our crewmates...might be a plus." Callius shrugged he didn't have a reason to hate synthetics, at least not more reason then hating humans or salarians. Being different was not wrong in Callius eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 12:48:58</strong>
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				<hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Cato Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Shuttle Bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephen and Veyle<br><hr>"<strong>Don't test my patience, Mr Grayson. There is precious little of it. Just keep to common sense and courtesy and I'll never even touch you.</strong>"<br><br>He knew that tone. It was one too many humans shared. At least the girl knew well to not say anything unless there was something important. He could see it in her eyes though. She had precious little of that patience as well. With mandibles flared Cato turned around and left the two in the shuttle bay. He wanted nothing more than a moment of sleep and a day without inter-species trouble. Fera enjoyed the diversity, but Cato was the one picking up the shit after it all. Cramming all these different races into the same ship was a nightmare of petty conflicts and brawls.<br><br>"You want us to keep them under watch, Sir?"<br><br>"<strong>No reason to provoke them further. Just report it to me if you see them outside that bay before they have met with Fera. I suspect she wants a talk with all the biotics...</strong>"<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Bridge<br><strong>Tags:</strong> None<br><hr>Fera was yawning viciously as she sat on the commander's seat of the Vigilant, rambling through the take off procedures with a dull tone of someone protesting the boredom of existence. She would have pushed it onto Foresythe as usual if he hadn't been absent since they welcomed the new additions to the Spectre's extensive crew. As such she was now forced to handle it herself. She knew it by default, but that didn't make it anymore exciting. Once the last of it was done and the Vigilant was beginning its departure she reached over to the comm-system to give her usual rousing speech over the ship.<br><br>"Departing for Fulci Phi. Over and out."<br><br>Silently congratulating herself for another pathos-filled delivery she next turned to her console and began drafting a private message to some of her new arrivals.<br><br>"<em>Need to discuss a private matter. Meeting in an hour at my office. -Fera</em>"<br><br>Nodding again in satisfaction she sent it off to the omni-tools of Iliarya, Nel'Taan and Ledra. Standing up she left command to the navigator and strode back to her office to prepare some paper work for today's meetings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 15:19:30</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Cargo Bay--&gt;Shuttle Bay (seems the most elegant solution to the whole situation)<br>Tags: Veyle, Cato, Callius and Raven<br><hr><br>Stephen didn't need to respond to Cato's thinly veiled threat: no outcome was good for him and, despite how fun running a blade through the Turian's carapace would be, he didn't really like the bullets that would be ripping through him after that. He merely nodded at Cato, a smile on his face as the Turian left the humans alone: perhaps a mistake, but he threw back one more little jibe at the man, almost daring a provocation that would allow Stephen to get in a few blows with the man. "If ever you feel like a spar, Mr Lacres: it'd be my pleasure."<br><br>Turning away from the door that Cato had left through, Stephen took a moment to look at the hastily modified shuttle bay and spent a few moments trying to decide which space would be a good one for him to occupy. He saw that a Turian had taken up the darker corner, hoping it seemed to stay out of the obvious light. The flaw in that plan was how the room was with obvious CCTV cameras. No spot would be truly private, meaning the second best option was to choose a spot which was defensible. Hell, at this rate, he might be getting a visit from a Turian in the night with no sweet intentions on his mind.<br><br>His plans for making sleeping arrangements were soon disrupted when he caught the back end of a conversation between two other members of the motley gathered crew: discussing something that involved him in a rather intimate way. <br><br>"Are you familiar with how propaganda works? One simbiotic killed by a pure human like you and he's a martyr, if he's however killed by another enhanced person, it may even split the whole organization. That aside, i could practice hacking those arms on our crewmates...might be a plus."<br><br>Stephen felt a mix of emotions, listening in on the conversation; Anger, amusement and perhaps even a little bit of annoyance at how little was seemingly thought of him. If people truly put stock in him only as a bit of convenient propaganda, then perhaps he'd have to educate them as to just how deadly he was, or perhaps he could just have a little fun.<br><br>"I didn't realise I was propaganda. I always thought of myself more as a fighter with a unique outlook..."<br><br>Slowly Stephen sat down, taking one of the bottles of the open bottles of alcohol and giving it a little sniff. Dextrose based food stuffs had a habit of feeling wrong to the senses and, happy with what the contents were, Stephen took a content little sip of the alcohol. He'd purposely sat on the left side of Raven, his biotic arm the one closest to her. Beside him he'd left a little gap, should Veyle wish to join them, as little as he imagined she would.<br><br>"...As for hacking into my arm, I'd rather you didn't: seeing as it's attached directly to a lung patch that keeps me from dying. I for one, personally prefer breathing."<br><br>He stared at the Turian with a steely face, giving away no emotions at all. This was the easiest mask to wear for the human: one that showed nothing, a perfect poker face. It could be used to hide so many emotions and it proved to be so convenient so oft: that and it was fun to guess what the others might be thinking he was hiding. Was the human veiling his contempt? Was he pulling a joke? Was he simply a cold bastard? All this and more could be crossing through the mind of the Turian before he broke the facade and smiled at Callius<br><br>"Stephen Grayson:&nbsp; A pleasure to meet you both."<br><br>Pausing for a moment, he raised his left arm as the orange tinge of an Omnitool flashed up.<br><br>“VIOLA, How are the Visa’s coming along?”<br><br>The robotic voice of the AI, pretending to be a VI, rang from the Omnitool, this time in a controlled measure that gave no reason to doubt her masquerade<br><br>“<em><tt class="bbc_tt">The Fluci Phi VISAS for you and Mrs Holden are nearing completion, I was able to get them fast tracked towards approval, avoiding seventeen officials and 3 channels of unnecessary bureaucracy. Approval is expected within the next Seven minutes. </tt></em>"<br><br>“Thank you VIOLA.”<br><br>The orange glow closed down and he flexed the fingers of his left arm: the synthetic augmentation’s strange material, resembling some strange mix of Kevlar and rubber seemed to move in a perfect mimicry of realism. He smiled at his drinking partners, and then glanced at Veyle: giving a more knowing nod to her, wherever she may be in the room.<br><br>“…what can I say, Adversity can have its benefits.”&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 18:51:35</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Briefing Room to Ship Hallways (Engineering Side)<br>Tags: Uh . . nobody. Yet? Maybe.<br><hr>Alice had lingered behind while everyone scattered, casually typing away on her Omni-Tool, waiting for the signal to go through before a cheery young woman wearing an evening dress that was currently stained with what was likely engine oil appeared on the display, hair a mess and looking absolutely JUBILANT.<br><br><strong>"Alice! Awww, you look so CUTE in that modified Phoenix armor! Are you doing alright? Did the meeting go well? If you want to come back and help me with this new Mech design I could use th-"</strong><br><br>The pink-haired lass cut off the woman on her screen, rolling her eyes.<br><br><strong>"No, mother. Everything went fine. I just need you to set up a proper Visa for me, and bounce the credentials back. I'm headed to Fulci Phi, and they apparently don't like Biotics all that much."</strong><br><br>Rebecca Hackett frowned at the mention of Fulci Phi, but immediately pulled up another screen and began to type away, all while yammering on about how that was a horrible place full of horrible people. Also that Alice needed to eat more. Rebecca had clearly taken to the doting mother role like a fish to water! In the meantime Alice had left the briefing room and began to wander aimlessly about the ship, taking in the details as she moved towards engineering. There really was nothing like the hum of a starship's engines to relax you, after all. She'd likely walk right into a few crew members, before she'd finally force Rebecca to shut her mouth, and end the call. The woman could certainly talk up a storm when she was in a mood!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 20:05:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan <br><strong>Location:</strong> The Briefing Room --&gt; The Shuttle Bay --&gt; Fera’s Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera, open<br><br><hr><br>“Understood ma’am,” the Quarian simply responded to Fera as she went about her short speech and walked out of the room promptly. She seemed intelligent and capable, even if a bit light handed herself. And seemingly was perfectly fine with laying all disciplinary action on the shoulders of her brother, clearly a hot head and unfit for the responsibility. Maybe it was the family connection, but that concept was foreign to Nel. Among his own people, you got what you earned regardless of where you came from or your bloodline. <br><br>Nel broke himself of the distraction however and turned about face at the end of the briefing, exiting the room after nearly everyone else had walked out. His boots clicked along the flooring with a rapid purpose towards the shuttle bay he had been in earlier. Already he had a tiny space picked out for himself, somewhat secluded from where the rest of the crew looked like they would congregate. Once there he kneeled down and began to rummage through his small bag that mostly contained personal effects and some assorted grenades he would keep to himself. They were of a sort that wasn’t technically legal inside Council space, but no one needed to know that until a time came when they would be useful.<br><br><em>Incoming Message</em> popped up on his Omni-tool and it came to life. He opened it, and read the transmission sent from his new captain Fera, a meeting in a hour. After making a mental note of the current time, he immediately deleted the message and went back to unpacking his things. Nel had taken the liberty to procure a small metallic end table looking object that sat in a dark corner of the room. Though he wasn’t sure whose it was, but then again didn’t really care. The mission came upon them all so suddenly that he felt he earned a little leeway with such things. <br><br>On the table he set down a single digital picture frame. His gloved finger pressed a button on the bottom of it, and it came to life. First, a picture of a young Quarian girl, no older than ten popped up, with her standing at a vast window and countless stars at her back. Her posture seemed to suggest&nbsp; that she was playfully posing for the photo. A few seconds passed as the picture changed to another shot of the young girl with a different backdrop. This continued several more times before finally a picture of&nbsp; a planet popped up, blue with brown landmasses not dissimilar to that of Earth but clearly different. It was Rannoch.<br><br>After resting for a long while, only sitting back in his place and watching his crewmates drink and converse, something he found ridiculous to allow them to do on the very first day of the mission. What were they even drinking and seemingly celebrating for? But then Nel reminded himself that he was not the captain of this ship, and would have to remember to keep his mouth shut on matters that were not his business. He felt so bored already, he could tell laying around in the Shuttle Bay would eventually drive him mad. A few minutes later, he was on his feet and pacing out of the bay.<br><br>“Nel’Taan reporting, requesting an audience prior to our assigned meeting time Captain Lacres,” the Quarian said, buzzing the intercom outside of Fera’s office. Despite being nearly half an hour early, he felt it was better to get this business settled beforehand. He had formulated an idea that could hopefully keep himself busy during the long hours of travel time that could come between missions on this voyage. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 20:41:25</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Engineers Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Engineering<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Alice<br><hr><br>"I'm telling you, no way."<br><br>"<em>I saw them myself, Gordo! Long sleek legs and curves to die for I tell you.</em>"<br><br>The duo of engineers-extraordinaire had been a blessing in disguise for the ship. The turian Gordo Sartos was an Armiger veteran who had somehow gotten recommended for higher education somewhere along his career and had taken to the propulsion of ships about as good as propulsion of a high-explosive payload. The quarian Shez'a'Re on the other hand had no fancy diplomas to flash around, just a life of Flotilla jumping until finally being discharged and dumped on the Citadel. Together they made a formidable team, but it wasn't for their engineering skills that Fera had reeled them in, although that certainly helped. They also smugglers-extraordinaire. They always had a whole dozen finger between them in pies around the galaxy and knew where you could find anything. It was just a question of what you could pay them to get it where you wanted it for discreet pickup.<br><br>"Why the hell would Geth need females for? And why... Just a moment." Gordo fell silent for a moment as he saw an unknown human approach. She certainly seemed to be this side of synth-town. "Unknown lady approaching our cargo." He whispered into the active omnitool before he turned to her, leaning nonchalantly against the large covered object that certainly didn't belong down in the engineering bay. One could see the core just behind him with workers being busy reading of essential numbers and tweaking the performance. Somewhere along the main panel one could see a lone pair of quarian legs stick out underneath it. Stepping out in the path of Alice he cleared his throat and tried the classic stern turian approach.<br><br>"Ma'am, this is a restricted area. I would like to see you credentials..." As far as he knew there was no such thing as credentials on the Vigilant. His mandibles contracted into a painful frown as his omnitool spouted. "<em>Well tell her whatever, just get her out of there!</em>" Lifting his wrist up to his mouth with a smile at Alice he produced the following reply: "She's standing next to me, Shez'a'Re. Well done. So, Ma'am, credentials?"<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'Taan<br><hr><br>"Permission granted, come on in."<br><br>The hiss of the door drew her eyes up from the desk in front of her and onto the quarian officer. She could tell by a glance at him that he was about to go insane. Which she could give the man. His dossier had pretty much warned her beforehand, but she had good use of an officer of his caliber. The room itself was richly decorated, walls covered in photo frames and diplomas, most were turian equivalents of doctorates in psychology and inter-species diplomacy, as well as a whole bunch of military ribbons and awards. The ceiling was cluttered with models of starships hanging from thin strings above and one wall opposite a large reinforced glass pane facing the cold space outside was dedicated to weapons of many different sizes and uses, a Krogan warhammer the most eye-catching among them. Folding her hands over each other before nodding towards one of the three empty seats opposite her, she begun.<br><br>"I'd rather wait with my own matters until the others have arrived. But I suspect you have a request of your own, Captain?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 21:31:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan <br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera’s Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera<br><br><hr><br>As he heard himself be referred to as “Captain,” Nel relaxed his posture. It was a relief to have a captain now that at least understood some form of honor and respect, especially for someone of a race that was taboo and unwelcome to most of the rest of the galaxy. He stepped in easily and took a seat, the middle one. In all his time among naval military personnel he knew never to turn down an opportunity to show his superior officer his worth, either by his actions or plain boldness and confidence in his abilities. <br><br>“I do, I’ll try not to take up too&nbsp; much of your time,” he started saying as he kept his back straight and posture formal while seated, the lights of his eyes meeting intently with her own. “I’m requesting permission to take a position aboard the ship. Preferably in the armory. Firearms and explosives are my craft.”<br><br>“As you probably know, I spent several years of my life as a mercenary. I’ve seen everything there is to see… well maybe except that giant hammer on your wall there,” he continued and chuckled slightly as he gazed at it. His fingers interloped each other as his hands formed a ball and he leaned his forearms on the edge of her desk, leaning forward slightly and waiting for a reply. Regardless of whether it was a yes or no, Nel would accept it without question and leave the office to wait for the other two to arrive, and the meeting to begin.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 21:41:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Briefing room<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Everyone and No one<br><br><hr><br>During the rest of the meeting, Iliarya listened on quietly, hands folded in her lap. The sudden exit of the young human surprised her, as it had seemingly come out of nowhere, and she eyed Stephen as he made a move to go after her. However, the Spectre seemed to be unperturbed by the event and continued speaking as though it had not occurred. The Asari made a mental note to get her visa ready. Sometimes it still surprised her at how much biotics were feared, for that was the main reason why any planet wanted to keep biotics in check. It was a dangerous power, undoubtedly, and she'd had her fair share of experience with those whose powers went haywire, not excluding herself. <br><br>The meeting had ended, with some of the members having already left with suggestions of alcohol and the like. Others followed after him while others left to tend to other things. As for herself, she remained in the briefing room after everyone had left and rolled the memory of the meeting back through her mind. She leaned back against her seat, eyes closed for a moment before they flickered back open again.<br><br>Holding out one arm, her omni-tool flashed on and she typed in a various things, arranging for her visa to be prepared as well as have her things sent on board before the Vigilant left the station. Iliarya stood then, finally moving to exit the room just as her omni-tool blinked. Without pausing, her eyes scanned the message and made a note on her tool to remind her a couple minutes before the meeting time. In the meanwhile, she supposed she could explore the ship or join the others...<br><strong><br>Location:</strong> Shuttle Bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera, Open<br><hr><br>Iliarya eventually made her way to the shuttle bay where a good majority of the members had gathered and were already drinking. Generally, she abstained from alcohol, and now was no different. She did note the return of Stephen and the other human girl, giving him a nod with just a glance at the girl as she passed through. The Asari would let them enjoy each other's company without interrupting where she doubted she would have any input. Often, she would question her own social skills in times like these. But other times, she was content with being how she was. To those who knew her, it did not seem to bother her either. The young Maiden was one of few words.<br><br>Her time was spent exploring the ship, making it a point to become familiar with it as it was likely they would be on board for quite a while. Eventually, she came upon the Med bay and went inside. So far, it was empty. The familiar smell of antiseptic was soothing and she knew she would miss her former position at the hospital. But since this is where she was needed, she would stay. After a few minutes, Iliarya finally left the room and made her way up to Fera's office as her omni-tool blinked to remind her of the time.<br><br>She found her way to the Spectre's office and stood outside and just faintly, she could hear voices coming from within. A finger pressed the intercom at 5 minutes til the appointed time. "Iliarya reporting for the appointed meeting time." she voiced to the it before stepping back and waiting for entry.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>15-04-2013, 21:49:46</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location:&nbsp; Shuttle Bay<br>Tags: Callius, Stephen, possibly Veyle.<br><hr><br>Raven drank slowly, making sure to note how strong the drink was, this Turian seemed to either have good taste, or good luck. It was strong so Raven made sure to drink carefully, even though she could do quite well holding her liquor, she once beat a Krogan in a contest, but it was fair to say she had an advantage since a good number of that particular Krogan's secondary organs had been incinerated in a starship accident perpetuated by her very favorite Turian SpecTRe. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169035.msg8061607#msg8061607">Quote from: Galanthor on 15-04-2013, 12:12:50</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I don't think we got properly introduced. My Callius Thyron, pleased to meet you", Callius said cheerfull, raising his bottle to greet her instead of trying to think of the proper gesture and most likely fail.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Lieutenant Commander Raven Hart if you'd like the formal introduction, I usually respond to LC or Raven, only alliance soldiers call me by my last name." Raven wasn't sure whether to be formal or social, they WERE drinking but this WAS a military mission, damn, Raven wasn't any good at conversation.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shots? He was incinerated. If he is still alive, anything short of truck full of explosives won't ensure he's gone forever, couple that with the fact that his enhancements will make it hard to predict his abillities and the fact we don't even know if he lives, even less where he hides and we have a truely disturbing foe..." Callius gaze was directed at the ground as he took yet another sip.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Well, I did make sure he was dead before the cleanup crew arrived, so we can't blame whatever this is on incompetance, by the end of the day I'm pretty sure the guys was dead 5 times overkill.....So they're either name dropping or they've made some kind of copy that's even more of a synthetic abomination than the first. What matters in this case is that the ORIGINAL is about as dead as dead can get."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=169035.msg8061995#msg8061995">Quote from: Pink Professional on 15-04-2013, 15:19:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I didn't realise I was propaganda. I always thought of myself more as a fighter with a unique outlook..."<br>&nbsp;"...As for hacking into my arm, I'd rather you didn't: seeing as it's attached directly to a lung patch that keeps me from dying. I for one, personally prefer breathing."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I wouldn't dream of it, but I can't say the same thing about our enemies if given the chance, they re-program that VI while you're unconscious and we'd need more than a few body-bags." &nbsp;Raven's tone had grown increasingly less-friendly on Stephen's arrival but she made a mental note to at least be respectful in her words, even if her distrust showed in her eyes. Unlike Stephen, Raven had a TERRIBLE poker face, even a Turian could read her mental projections on her face. "So we can only HOPE you don't get yourself captured, and I'm betting that being on this mission MORE than qualifies you to avoid such situations"<br><br>VI, AI, it didn't matter to Raven, she'd give him the benefit of the doubt though since a VI would be needed for more complex system works on a prosthetic arm. But the voice....while she didn't despise VIs as much as she did AI or Synthetics, she had always found the voices of VIs to be rather annoying, she still cringed whenever the VI on her computer popped up to help manage her files in her NCIS office back on the Citadel.&nbsp; She assumed that with a BIT more alcohol she'd have probably simply shouted "Shut Up Avina!" at the poor VI. A joke which Xen often teased her about, it seemed cussing out VIs while drunk was a bit of a hobby back on the Citadel.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 08:16:13</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Vigilant Engineering<br>Tags: Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br><hr>Alice had been oh-so-happily looking at the core of the ship, only to turn and raise an eyebrow at the turian that approached her. She raised the other eyebrow at the sneaky talk via comms from the Quarian, before simply smiling and letting the turian speak his part. At the end she reached with a metal hand to affectionately hold onto his shoulder.<br><br><strong>"You tell me . . . is this one of those Turian courtship rituals I hear so much about? You get all stern and gruff, and then I break your arm, and then we cuddle in a storage unit? I'm afraid I really am not as up to date on this sort of thing as I should be!"</strong><br><br>Alice laughed quite delightfully as she promptly (and surprisingly deftly) slipped around the Turian and continued to walk towards the core unabashedly.<br><br><strong>"LOVELY piece of tech here. Don't you just love that rhythmic sound of an active drive? You can practically dance to it."</strong><br><br>Alice had quite obviously ignored the whole credentials thing. And WITHOUT breaking a turian's arm!<br><br><strong>"You're all responsible for keeping this thing running smoothly, hmm? I don't suppose you'd mind letting me take a peek at some of the more interesting maintenance hatches the next time we stop, would you? I so rarely get a chance to play with starships, let alone non-Human ones! Humanity's ships are so . . . blocky. Boring."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>16-04-2013, 14:23:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephan and Raven<br><hr>Ravens introduction earned her a smile, nearly followed by a burst of laughter. Formal? Pretty much no one has been formal with him in the last years and Callius pretty much liked it that way, the fact that someone drinking his booze would be the first one was so ironic that it brightened his mood even more than the drinks themselves and it took a while untill he recovered from that.<br><br>"Raven it is then, seeing that i'm neither alliance nor millitary. Think i got a millitary rank too somewhere, but i'd be damned if i remember."<br><br>Callius patiently listened to Ravens thoughts concerning the fate of their Target. It still did sound to convinient that he really was dead, but every other possibility was just plain ridicolous. Still the Human seemed to still be focused on the last mission pretty much, which was understandable, given Callius words during the briefing. A screw up was always possible...<br><br>"I disagree in one point... What matters in this point is that we have no idea WHO exactly we're fighting and that worries me."<br><br>Now that was unexptected...at least partially. It seemed not only the Commander was eavesdropping on them, but the fellow crewmembers as well. Callius hated the feeling of being watched, but he guessed there was nothing to be done about it for the while being, so he might as well watch his words or practice some more close combat.<br><br>"A Fighter? Let's hope your just here for the good image, then. I'd dislike a frontal assault, sounds like poking into a bee's hive."<br><br>So it would seem he had to hack without training for that particular device, but then again, the worst that could happen was nothing and an exploding lung probably was to high a price to prevent that. Still being able to watch how such an arm functions before one would try to punch through Callius' face was still was a plus even more since the person hanging on the robotic limp seemed much more difficult to analyse. Not that Callius had the time or was sober enough anyways.<br><br>Meeting the introduction&nbsp; with a nod, the turians said: "Callius Thyron, feel free to help yourself to some drinks, there might even still be a few non dextro-based ones around...i think..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 04:08:12</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Engineers Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Engineering<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Alice<br><hr><br>Gordo was taken back a little by the sudden burst of cheerful threats of violence from the human girl. For the first time he was left wondering where the hell the panic-button was. The heavy pistol on his hip weighed heavily and he just barely kept his fingers from clasping around its grip. Instead he turned with the girl and put on his usual smuggler's smile.<br><br>"Unless you mind, I might just give you an update on turian courtship over some drinks later on..." He glanced at the large covered object as she walked right past it and marveled at the drive core. "And yes, it's a real thing of beauty. Experimental, a joint project between salarian and turian interests. Perhaps I could tell you more over that drink?" He leaned on the main panel, eyes wandering over the young woman for the first time. Who was he to scoff at inter-species...<br><br>"Will you stop that already!" Shez'a'Re crawled out from underneath the panel and stood up, brushing some dust off himself. "I'm sure she'd rather share a drink with someone who will not cause her rashes and anaphylactic shock. Nice to meet you Miss, I'm Shez'a'Re and this oaf is Gordo. Can we assist you with something?"<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'Taan and Iliarya<br><hr><br>Fera listened to Nel'Taan with a genuine show of interest, something that otherwise was hard to get out of her. As he wrapped up she leaned back and rested her head in her right hand and looked over at the rather large hammer.<br><br>"I actually had a position in mind for you. But it has to do partially with why I called the three of you here, so I'd rather hold off on that until then. As for my little trophy... Let's just say krogans don't part with their weapons lightly. I still have problems with my knees every now and then..."<br><br>She managed a cryptic smile before the door called out once more, this time announcing the arrival of Iliarya.<br><br>"Come in. Have a seat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 12:46:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Shuttle Bay<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Raven, Callius<br><hr><br>Whatever calming influence that her little moment with Stephen might have had on Veyle was quickly washed away as she overheard the conversation happening nearby. She'd planned to just claim a vacant area in the shuttle bay for herself and quietly unpack her things, of which there weren't that many, but just hearing Lieutenant Commander Raven Hart boasting about how she and her team had murdered Casca left Veyle momentarily paralyzed as she fought off the urge to slam the bitch's face into the ground until there was only a red puddle left right then and there.<br><br>Just the thought of what this woman had done, what she'd taken from her and made her endure was enough to make Veyle feel sick not just to her stomach but also to her heart, and her veins felt like they might explode from all of the anger burning through them. <em>I'll only need one shot for you,</em> she silently promised while staring Raven down from an angle that wouldn't make it directly obvious to anyone.<br><br>Veyle was absolutely seething, but she also knew that she needed to show restraint, so somehow that made it seem like taking Callius up on his offer might be a good idea. She'd never actually tasted alcohol before, but she did know that people used it to relieve stress, so it seemed like something that could be useful in the current situation. She found a bottle of something which Callius had brought that <em>wouldn't</em> ravage her digestive system and took a cautious first sip, wincing slightly from the bitter aftertaste. To Veyle's surprise, the second sip wasn't as bad, and the third one was almost enjoyable, so she understood that the concept of 'more is better' seemed to apply in this case.<br><br>"I'm sure that we will be able to adapt to any foes and overcome them," Veyle replied coolly to Callius' concern. In fact, she was already working on adapting to them, only her personal foes weren't the extremists. Luckily for her, she was so upset that she was trembling inwardly rather than outwardly, so so everyone else it would seem like her headache had passed and she was back to being the young, unreadable biotic commando.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>17-04-2013, 23:16:52</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Vigilant Engineering<br>Tags: Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br><hr>Alice's smile just grew a little bit broader as Gordo offered her a drink, and then the Quarian showed himself. She nodded to both, before introducing herself. <strong>"I'm Alice Hackett, seeing as how I'm going to be working with you guys for the foreseeable future on this ship, I'd take a look at things I might be called upon to help work on. You never know when an extra tech will come in handy, yes?"</strong><br><br>She absolutely BEAMED at the pair, as she walked back up to them . . . and a little bit closer to the covered object. <strong>"It's my first time on a ship this advanced. It really is quite fascinating. Nice to see a good variety of people have been picked up for the upcoming work . . . And what's wrong with a little anaphylactic shock between friends?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>19-04-2013, 22:13:49</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location:Shuttle Bay <br>Tags: Veyle, Callius and Raven<br><hr><br>Taking another sip of the alcohol Stephen absorbed the words or, in Veyle's case lack of them. Now that her mysterious trauma was gone, the mask she wore was as perfectly controlled as his own: Perhaps even more so, considering how quickly she'd repaired the proverbial fracture. He shrugged off her ignoring him for now. Soon they'd have to be talking, due to the mission's parameters. The person that was interesting him most at the moment though was Callius: The Turian had a refreshing honesty about him and, to be frank, he didn't mind him speaking too much.<br><br>"A pleasure, Callius. I'm afraid that I'd be pretty damn expensive propaganda. You could pretty easily afford Twenty soldiers, augmented or not, for my normal rates. Not sure why they'd hire a close protection officer though..."<br><br>He pretended to ponder that thought when, in reality he was probing for information. He doubted anyone else knew who he truly was and that the convenient facade of Stephen Greyson: Close Protection specialist was intact. However, it never hurt to know if these people possessed knowledge about Mjolnir...as the Spectre had already proven privy too. <br><br>"...If you don't like poking Bee hives: I'm pretty sure I can cover that. So long as you gather the honey."<br><br>He didn't really acknowledge what Raven said 'til after finishing his conversation with Callius, as brief as it was. He took another sip of the Non-Dextros alcohol, calm and collected despite the heavy swigs he'd taken.<br><br>"As for people capturing me alive...They'd have a hell of a job both doing that and breaking past VIOLA's firewalls. Got any other questions about my arm, or would you prefer to keep staring at me like I might choke the life out of you?"<br><br>He looked at the woman with a face that portrayed no emotion: Her face was so easy to read it was almost laughable. She feared his arm for some reason unknown to her. Was it simply fear of the unknown? Or perhaps personal trauma? Hard to say at this early stage.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>20-04-2013, 16:10:03</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephan, Veyle and Raven<br><hr>Of coure Stephan had a valid point there. It was most likely that Callius was the crew member with the smallest paycheck and given that very unlikely that the people he had encountered so far where much less experienced. Stephan had to be worth those ten soldiers in a combat and to prove that he needed certain reputation, one that is not build with normal work. Callius leaned forwards Stephan and his voice dropped to a whisper. He took the bait.<br><br>"Dead Soldiers are bad press and big groups are useless for infiltration. We are here because we are absurdly hard to kill." A sigh and another sip of the bottler." I don't know you, but i know bullshit when I hear it. They wouldn't have hired you if you weren't special, you are no ordinary close protection officer...as you said we wouldn't really need one. However as long as you aren't asking about my past i won't ask about yours."<br><br>There was no point in doing that other than make Stephan improve the act. The personalities themselves held only secondary value to Callius, while entertaining they were not important to his survival as long as there was no extreme. However the relationship between them was important. Stephan hid something and hidden things tend to enrage, people that hate each other are less effective as a group, inefficient groups were dangerous to fight in. <br><br>As such Raven was a point of concern right now. In the best case she would not work well with the symbiotic members. In the worst case she'd polarize the group and Callius most likely end up between fronts.<br><br>Callius laid back and regained his cheerful mood in the second he assumed his old sitting position. He had alcohol and guns, so he sure as hell wouldn't let a misterious past or two kill his good mood. He even laughed at Stephans metaphor. It was quite close to what he assumed his job to be: gathering the honey. Then again it was not like his skill set was a secret or that he didn't hint at it. Hell his sleeping position practicly screams: "I'll sneak up on any possible intruder."<br><br>"I like that plan, i prefer 'Go in, take the honey and blow up the hive before the bee's know that it's gone', though."<br><br>The turians eyes darted from Raven to Stephan an back. While his reaction was rather well to defuse the situation a little he was sure it would not be enough. As for the last member of their round, she was so quite that there was surely some conflict hidden as well. He sat on a blackpowder barrel and drank alcohol.<br><br>"To overcoming our enemies and gathering their honey then?" Trying to formulate an acceptable toast and the Turian raised his bottle in hopes of easing the tension a bit more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 05:22:34</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Engineers Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Engineering<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Alice<br><hr>"See, she's not nearly as racist as you, Shez. It's important to partake in diplomatic relations with other species. Stop living in the First Contact War." Sez'a'Re gave Gordo a look that said it all. <em>You are an idiot. Just keep her occupied while I move the cargo.</em> "But about the drive core." He put a friendly arm around Alice' shoulders and turned her around towards the drive. "It has more than three times the number of algorithms to the feed system, so the eezo efficiency is always changing according to the output. No more passive bleeding of element, just pure input and output. The electric charge field has a similar setup, meaning less energy spill from the discharges. If we run the ship on low effect we lose only a fraction of the performance and any potential enemy would just about have to use a window and binoculars to spot us. As silent as it comes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>21-04-2013, 05:43:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera and Nel<br><br><hr><br>Iliarya waited patiently, still hearing the murmur of voices from within. Her thoughts wandered during that short duration, idly wondering what reason the Spectre had for calling her to her office. Her mind entertained several possibilities before the voices beyond the door paused and it slid open upon the Spectre's invitation to enter. She gazed into the office and stepped in, seeing that the person Fera had been speaking to was Nel. A hint of a nod was the only acknowledgement that she had for him before she took a seat to his right. <br><br>"I do hope I wasn't interrupting." she commented as her gaze went to the Turian behind the desk, hands folding neatly in her lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 00:43:18</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'Taan and Iliarya<br><hr>"Not at all. Just a little chat." Fera waited until Iliarya had gotten herself seated before folding her arms and giving them both a glance. "I called you here because I need your help in a personal matter. It's about my brother, Cato. Lately he has become a bit erratic in his behavior, as well as more aggressive than usual. I know exactly why, but I don't <em>why</em>, if that makes any sense."<br><br>She stood and walked over to the window, looking out into the roiling star-filled void of space, backdropped by the Serpent Nebula as the Citadel Relay came into view.<br><br>"Something happened to my brother a few years ago. He came back from a mission changed. Addled with alcohol and stimulant packs. He was discharged from the Armiger Legion and I took him in, cleaned up his drinking problem. But I never got to the bottom of it all. And now it is starting to pull down his performance in his duties as head of the security detachment. Clearly there is some sort of underlying problem. He wasn't like this before and I'd rather not have him this way." She turned her head to the other two. "I think you might be able to help me with this. Captain, I would like to promote you to the head of security for the duration of this mission. You should find it easy enough, the men are professionals and they are based next to the armory, so use it to your heart's content. Iliarya, as the medical expert of the team I would like you to start therapy for Cato's drug addiction. If you can get him into proper working condition before we reach Fulci Phi, I'd be grateful." She turned fully to them and leaned against the window frame. "If you accept, I can pull some strings for you both, whatever it takes."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 20:14:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan <br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera’s Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera and Iliarya<br><br><hr><br>The solemn Quarian watched as the Asari entered the room. They were an intriguing race for a great number of reasons to Nel, but he didn’t make a habit of conversing with the other races during his time on the Citadel unless it was a strict necessity. He had been accosted by more than one Asari at security checkpoints and behind secretary desks during his stay there, so his opinion of the ones he had met wasn’t high. Yet it was still higher than that of the Turians and Salarians, both races that seemed to love holding a grudge against him for what he was. Humans were the wild card in it all, Nel had never been around that many of them, but they seemed to be a race that diverged wildly between the extremist xenophobes, and the more accepting types. <br><br>Nel eyed Iliarya for a short moment as she sat next to him, then focused his attention forward towards Fera. He found himself a little surprised by what she was proposing, and relieved. This would almost immediately give Nel a position of influence aboard the ship, keep him occupied, and take Fera’s hotheaded brother out of the position, a situation he could already see may end violently. <br><br>“I’m honored and accept the responsibility, captain,” &nbsp;Nel responded to Fera after a few fleeting moments of silence. Head of a security team, there were much worse places to be assigned aboard the ship. And it would certainly be better than sitting all day, with nothing to do but think upon the past and his mistakes. All of the sudden, he felt eager to go to his post and familiarize himself with his men, but he was also weary of how Cato may react to finding out about being replaced, if he didn’t know already that is. “If it needs to be done, I would like to personally inform Cato of the change in position Captain Fera, with your permission. That is the way of my people.”<br><br>“And congratulations Iliarya,” &nbsp;the Quarian turned his head to the right and said to his squad mate sitting next to him who had just been dubbed as the unofficial doctor aboard the ship, at least it seemed so to the Quarian. Nel didn’t yet know the names of the entire crew, because he hadn’t been socializing with them for the most part. But he did read the names Ledra and Iliarya in the message that Fera had sent out to him, and knew Ledra was the Salarian, which meant Iliarya was the Asari. Strange names, but never the less. <br><br>His mind was also beginning to wonder at what Nel could use this “favor” that Fera was offering them. She was a Spectre, there was no doubt she could indeed pull strings. Since being banished from the Flotilla, Nel’s transmission back to it had been completely blocked. He was unable to send messages of any kind back without hitting a wall, even after trying out a few different cracks to get through. Sadly though, that was not Nel’s field of expertise and he failed in his attempts. Maybe Fera could help him find a way to send messages back to his home. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 22:23:19</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Vigilant Engineering<br>Tags: SMUGGLERS!<br><hr><br><strong>"It really is quite fascinating,"</strong> Alice commented, before turning to smile brightly over towards the Quarian. <strong>"But should you really be keeping secrets? After all, we're going to be working together . . . I wouldn't want to think that I can't trust you or anything. Or, at the very least, you should get better at keeping secrets if you're not gonna let me in on them."</strong><br><br>Alice was young, curious, and the combination of her shit-eating grin and low whisper suggested that at the very least she wasn't there to rat them out for something. Maybe. In actually she was VERY interested in knowing what was under that tarp. It was a shame, if they hadn't been so . . well . . obvious, she wouldn't have gotten interested in it! Then again, Alice didn't think like most girls. She casually awaited their response, practically cuddled into the Turian's arm. She figured her demeanor would likely throw at least the Turian off. She WAS weird, after all!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>28-04-2013, 09:30:53</strong>
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				NPCs: Fera Lacres<br>Location: Fera's Office<br>Tags: Nel'Taan and Iliarya<br><hr>Fera was positively surprised by the quarian's resolve. She knew of course that Cato probably would start up a fight. Probably. But from what Nel had seen he was unpredictable and more than a bit prone to violence. Not many successors to a post would walk in to their predecessor and slap them in the face with their resignation. She gave the Captain a nod as she stretched her arms a little.<br><br>"Very well, go see to it. Once you are done with that you can escort Mr Grayson and Ms Holden here. Thank you, Captain. Oh, and send Cato up to the medical facilities." Shifting her eyes over to Iliarya she leaned forward and rested her elbows on the edge of her desk. "That is if you accept these duties as well?"<br><br><hr>NPCs: Engineers Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br>Location: Vigilant Engineering<br>Tags: Alice<br><hr>"No no no!" Gordo spun around on the human with a mixture of disappointment and scolding in his tone. "You were doing so good too. Now we know what you want and you gave us the upper hand. You could at the very least have given it a bit of time and sneaked down here when we were gone. For shame."<br><br>Shez'a'Re pushed the large crate over to some of the other techs in the bay who started to diligently wheel it away towards a darker corner of the ship. As he rejoined Gordo and Alice he managed a fluent bow. "Allow us to reintroduce ourselves, Ms Hackett!" The turian and quarian began to circle her like shark closing in on a bleeding prey. "Shez'a'Re" "and Gordo" "smugglers" "conartists" "and quartermasters extraordinaire. The only reason we are stuck down here and not in the armory" "is because we can't sell off a drive core. As easily. While we are quite good with tools and all things tech" "our true calling lies within that which one doesn't discuss loudly." They stopped their little dance around Alice and bowed once more before handing over a credit chip and a datapad. "Yours, is it not?" "So how about that dinner?" Shez looked over to Gordo and gave him a kick in the shin before turning back to Alice. "Anything else we can help you with, or would you like to get acquainted with the ship's drive core?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 04:44:35</strong>
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				"I'm sorry, I've had more than a few attempted chokings to last me several lifetimes." Raven said as she finished the bottle she had. "Just keep your VI quiet and we'll get along just fine."<br><br>Even through their conversation it didn't do much to ease Raven's mind. Stephen deffinetly had his secrets, Veyle was a complete wildcard who already had an outburst and they hadn't even gotten into any firefights yet. The only ones who seemed certain were the Asari and the Quarian, who unfortunately Raven had little chance to get aquainted with so their names were still a bit foggy to her. Callius seemed like a good allie, and Alice....assuming she didn't carry her mother's naive outlook towards their enemies, then again maybe Raven had simply been too cold-hearted because of her own background, it really was no reason to distrust someone she had not worked with before at any rate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>29-04-2013, 18:39:53</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Vigilant Engineering<br>Tags: SMUGGLERS!<br><hr><strong>"Impressive."</strong><br><br>Alice commented off-handedly as they properly introduced themselves with a bit of song and dance, and returned the items they palmed from her. The girl then reached out to happily place an artificial hand on one shoulder each. <strong>"I'd love to learn more about the drive core, AND be treated to a lovely dinner. Just don't lift anything from my person again without my permission, or I'll tear off YOUR mandibles and use them to cut open YOUR suit."</strong> She kept a bright smile and a cheerful tone as she gently squeezed, before turning back to the drive core. It was hard to tell if she was ever being serious. She was either a heck of a joker, or some kind of sadist. . . . Probably the former. Hopefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 00:30:17</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Engineers Gordo and Shez'a'Re<br><strong>Location:</strong> Vigilant Engineering<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Alice<br><hr>Both Gordo and Shez tilted their heads to the left as the girl once more launched a cavalcade of threats at them. "How barbaric." "Indeed, though I don't imagine you would come far. While you might be able to rip off my mandibles..." "No she wouldn't." "...overloading a person of such extensive synthetization would be debilitating to say the least..." "Exactly." "...and fatal at worst. Especially when delivered by Shez. I might hold back a little because you are cute, but he won't. He doesn't swing that way."<br><br>With that Shez'a'Re turned on his heels and marched of while Gordo remained for a moment. "While I like your attitude, it won't take you far here. See, none of the crew on Lady Lacres Vigilant came here because they have a high recommendation. Most are vicious cutthroats, dishonorably discharged geniuses or just too damned talented at crime to be safely left rotting in prison. As for that dinner, I might decline, I prefer my dates to fondle me as opposed to strangling me, and either way you'll get more information out of Chief Engineer Brodzki about the drive core than from me. Sadly he doesn't work during Shabbat, so you'll have to catch him tomorrow.However, should you be in need of specific goods and doesn't care about their origin, just ask and you shall receive."<br><br>With a curt nod Gordo too turned on his heel and disappeared along the same route Shez had taken.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 02:21:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera and Nel<br><br><hr><br>Iliarya had listened quietly as the Spectre explained the situation. The news came as a surprise to her, though her face did not show it. But then again, she wasn't familiar with the crew (other than Stephen) in order to know their current mental and physical states. It was, however, not an unusual task for her. During her stay at the hospital, she had run into many types of patients, not excluding drug addicts. As difficult as it had been, the Asari did manage to curb most of their addiction through proper therapy. It was highly unlikely that this case would be any different. As for her crewmate, Iliarya looked over at him as he congratulated her, though she didn't feel as though one was quite necessary given the situation. <br><br>The occasional politeness made its appearance, though, as she inclined her head towards the Quarian. "And to you, Captain." Turning to face Fera once more, she nodded. "I shall accept these duties and fulfill them to the best of my abilities." Her expression was still passive but Iliarya rarely displayed much on that azure face of hers, making it rather difficult for most to discern what she might be thinking. As for the Spectre's offer to pull strings, the Asari was unsure how or when she would actually need any string pulling. Nevertheless, she tucked the offer away for future references. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-05-2013, 15:11:36</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'Taan and Iliarya<br><hr>Fera gave her a content nod before standing up. "In that case I think we are done here. Good luck." She went over to the window once more as they left, watching as the Mass Relay came ever closer. The jump always had a startling and exciting feel to it. She wouldn't want to miss it.<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> <strong>Cato Lacres</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Security-Chief's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> None<br><hr>The world exploded in vibrant and clear colors as the stimulants rushed through his systems. Leaning back in his chair, Cato's eyes widened just before his pupils contracted, vision being forced into a narrow tunnel before it exploded again as the second stimm-pack shot through him. His hands gripped at the edge of his table as his mandibles flared painfully, heart racing, breath becoming short violent bursts as his lungs tried to keep up with the amount of oxygen that was being fed into his rapidly contracting muscles. He inhaled sharply as he felt his growing hard-on grind against the inside of his armored cod-piece.<br><br>"<strong>Kiane...</strong>"<br><br>He threw himself forward and breathed heavily as the stimulants left his system. It was a short high, but it was releasing, cathartic. He straightened up again and leaned back in the chair, blinking a few times before his eyes returned to normal. Just in time to, as there was a knock on his door.<br><br>"<strong>Enter.</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>07-05-2013, 02:12:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan <br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera’s Office --&gt; Security Chief’s Office --&gt; Shuttle Bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera, Stephan, Velve, Cato<br><br><hr><br>Nel stood tall at the Captain’s dismissal. “Thank you captain, I will see to my new duties.” he told her formally as he turned about face and marched out of the office with a great deal of newfound purpose in his life. Head of security, not exactly a captain, but a respectable position aboard a vessel. Keeping soldiers in line was an important task, even if it only meant preventing drunken brawls from time to time. Their well being would be the difference between success and failures upon missions after all. And the new position may become a springboard to an even greater standing aboard the Vigilant in time.<br><br>The security room wasn’t far away from the captain’s quarters and he walked through the checkpoint without trouble. Then pressed the panel upon the security chief’s room to notify Cato there was somebody outside. As the door flung open, Nel confidently walked in, ready to assert himself. “I will be blunt, and not waste your time Officer Lacres. The Captain believes there needs to be a change while you deal with your affliction. I will be taking over your duties and you are ordered to report to Ms. Maveptis in the medical wing at once for treatment. If not willingly, I will see to it you are escorted there.”<br><br><hr><br>The Quarian wasted little time in getting to the Shuttle Bay after the ordeal with Cato had been resolved, and found Stephen and Velve still huddled in their group and socializing. He was direct and straightforward to them both. “Velve Holdon, Stephen Grayson. Captain Fera wishes to see you both immediately in her quarters. Please follow me,” Nel said as he gave them both a stern look and turned around, headed back to the upper levels and to Fera’s office. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 03:26:30</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs: Cato Lacres</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Security-Chief's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'Taan<br><hr>Cato looked up from his desk as the quarian walked in, a bit of a scowl radiating from him. He reminded him so much of the officers in the Armiger Legions in a way. He probably saw no reason to complain about his drug abuse when he cam swooping down from above to stab a hole through a marauding krogan. There were tons like Cato in the Legions. Everyone in the assault corps were given stimulants, everyone used them in a pinch. But if they used them outside their line of duty, it was suddenly an addiction. And here was this fop giving him orders like he owned the damned ship. Standing up slowly he rested his knuckles on the table, mandibles flaring.<br><br>"<strong>Then let me be blunt as well. With that attitude of yours you aren't going to get anywhere with the people on this ship. If you try to pull rank on the security team, you'll be sorely disappointed. They follow respect and trust, not orders, and the same can be said about anyone here.</strong>" He straightened up and walked past Nel to the door, turning around before he left. "<strong>No need to escort me. If my sister asks it of me, I'll do it. Otherwise I would have thrown you out on your ass and no one within shouting distance would lift a finger to escort me anywhere. Enjoy the position.</strong>"<br><br>The surly turian made his way up to the medical wing, feeling the familiar vibration through the hull as the ship was fired of by the Relay. Poking his head into the ward a nearby holo-table lit up with a sphere of light which seemed to pulse with light as it spoke.<br><br>"Good day, Cato, how can I help you?"<br><br>"<strong>Hey Mort... uhm, I was told to meet a Ms Maveptis here.</strong>" He looked around the empty room and then back to the VI. "<strong>Know where she is?</strong>"<br><br>"Fera just entered Iliarya's credentials and access-codes to my system. I assume she should arrive shortly. Would you like some music while you wait?"<br><br>"<strong>No thanks.</strong>" Cato sat down on one of the chairs lined along the wall closest to the door. "<strong>Just dampen the lights a little, would you?</strong>"<br><br>"Certainly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>08-05-2013, 21:37:03</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Shuttle Bay<br>Tagging: Raven, Vayle, Callius and Nel'taan<br><br><hr><br>"No offense lady, but I trust my VI a damn sight more than I trust you. So I'll let her act in the exact function she was designed to do."<br><br>He gives the woman the most cheesy grin in the world: A pure contrast to the venom implied in his statement. Here, he looked passive and delightful, someone that would be less likely to kill someone than he would just give them a handshake. The statement implies otherwise, he practically said he didn't trust Raven and had no objection to picking a robot over her. Reaching for the bottle of alcohol he drains a few mouthfuls before something new enters the room.<br><br>“Velve Holdon, Stephen Grayson. Captain Fera wishes to see you both immediately in her quarters. Please follow me,”<br><br>Stephen looked up at the Quarian, a slight interest entering his mind as he looked over the being and immidiatly felt a sense of distaste enter his mouth. The Alien seemed to have a stick shoved so far up his ass he could host a pair of Asari pole-dancer and for some reason yet unbeknownst to Stephen: the Quarian thought he could boss him about. Slowly, Stephen rose from his seat, one finger stroking the hilt of the Still holstered M-99 for just a second before speaking.<br><br>"I think you need a drink, Quarian. Want me to force feed you one through that visor of yours?"<br><br>Stephen's open hostility simmered quickly, but he could feel the tension rising. Stephen had seemingly already found a few clashing personalities: but instead of acting further on his threat, he turned to Vayle, blanking the Quarian.<br><br>"See you down there, Miss Holden. Hope those headaches have settled down."<br><br>He gives her a little smirk, hidden from the others as he turns his back to the pretty lass, ignoring the Quarian and moving on ahead of him towards Fera's office<br><br><br><br><br>Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Fera's office<br>Tagging: Fera<br><br><hr><br>Being the first to arrive by a certain gap: Stephen knocks on the door and opens it, not awaiting a word of approval before entering the room and closing the door.<br><br>"Miss Fera, Just what do you know about me? How did you get the information about Mjolnir and who else on this ship knows?"<br><br>Stephen had dropped all semblances of subtlety for this one: Blatantly asking the questions because he lacked time. He wanted an answer before the others arrived and knew this was the best chance to ask them.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 10:40:20</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephen Grayson<br><hr>Fera still stood by the window in her office, looking out at the stars and streams of light passing by. She didn't seem to take notice of Stephen as he first came in, but in the awkward silence he could yet hear the door's locking mechanism whirring to make the room they now shared impenetrable. It could have been an arousing moment, if not for her steely eyes that turned on Stephen.<br><br>"Have a seat, Mr Grayson. Storm into my office like that again and you will know why they should call me Mjolnir."<br><br>She glanced over at the krogan hammer with a smile before she sat down herself, leaning back in her chair and crossing her legs.<br><br>"I know a great deal about you, Stephen. Your background, careers, abilities, attitudes and of course A.L.I.C.E. An interesting contraption, though that framework is going to be the doom of it... I could tell you your whole life story here and now if that would amuse you, Mr Grayson, but Ms Holden is waiting outside so I will answer you one question before I let her in and chew you both out for destroying equipment aboard my vessel. And before you object, I know of the cameras, but needless to say we have more important things at hand than giving the two of you a beating over something so trivial. A verbal reminder of who's ship you are on should be suffice. So, your one question?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 12:27:45</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Fera's office<br>Tagging: Fera<br><hr><br>It was a fairly rare thing for Stephen to be surprised. Perhaps it was a habit picked up after the incident that robbed his arm: but he didn't like being surprised. Uncertainty was all it took for him to lose a limb and very nearly his life, yet he was suddenly surrounded by uncertainty. So many questions swam around his head that he struggled to pinpoint one; How did she know about him breaking the cameras? How did she know so much about him? How did she know of A.L.I.C.E? What did she mean about the framework being the doom of it? What had she done for all this information on a man who prided himself on being meticulous in his anonymity but, the main question that hung in the air...<br><br>"Who told you about me?"<br><br>The answer seemed fairly obvious to him, and it seemed like the most certain answer of all those questions: yet he had to have the closure of knowing that it was as he thought it was. God forbid, she told him it was anyone <em>except</em> the Broker. Even now, his normal poker face had slipped for a second to show a look of...it was a confusing face; a strange mix of confusion, fear, excitement and that impossible-to-describe feeling that a man got when faced with something so mysterious and so unknown that it got his blood boiling.<br><br>"And sorry about the camera: It seemed the best way to earn the trust of a fairly fragile woman."<br><br>That was but part of the reason, for sure: but he hardly wanted to admit the empathy he shared with her. To admit that would admit to past fragility and that was far to close to admitting a former weakness. Weaknesses ruined reputations and weaknesses got a man killed when that man happened to be responsible for a lot of dead men and women.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 20:22:11</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Vigilant Engineering to Halls<br>Tags: Forever Alone<br><hr><strong>"Hmm. Suppose I came on a little too strong . . . I'll have to talk to mother about her views on Turian mating rituals. Clearly, my show of strength and dominance was lacking."</strong> <br><br>Alice would have to adjust her mannerisms and speaking patterns to compensate. It was always so difficult finding a 'persona' that would fit-in with as many people as possible, after her 'accident' at Brain Camp. She couldn't help but feel that she didn't have a good grasp on her 'real' self, so tended to emulate other people's personality traits, or simply try to act as her mother suggests. Clearly, that wasn't working that well.<br><br>She raised a metallic finger to scratch at the back of her head, giving the drive core one last look, before heading back into the rest of the ship. She just wasn't sure about what she was going to do now. Back home there was more structure, running errands for Mother and assisting in lab experiments. Free time was . . . awkward.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 05:10:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Fera <br><br><hr><br>Once again Iliarya nodded and stood slowly, watching Nel'Taan march out of the office. After another moment, the asari followed after him at a much slower pace. The door closed behind her as she left the captain's office. Pulling up her omni-tool, a message came notifying her of her visa approval. Well, that was definitely another thing off her mind for the moment. At least she wouldn't have to worry about those people on Fulci Phi. <br><br><hr><strong>Location:</strong> Medical Wing<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Cato<br><br>After having left the captain's office, Iliarya made her way to the medical wing to meet with Cato. The door opened automatically and she stepped into the wing. The lights, she noticed, were also visibly much more dim than when she had visited the wing not too long ago. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the lighting.<br><br>The VI spoke. <strong>"Good day, Ms. Maveptis. Your credentials and access-codes have already been entered into my system. You have full access to whatever resources you shall require for the medical wing. If you should find anything lacking, you may simply enter the information into the nearest terminal. Cato is has already arrived and is waiting just to the right of you."</strong><br><br>The artificial voice had surprised her but she quickly adjusted, listening to the voice of the VI. "Thank you." She said to the VI. <strong>"My pleasure."</strong> And with that, the VI's voice once again went silent. Here, Iliarya turned to see Cato sitting where the VI had indicated. Slowly, she made her way to a desk with a computer and sat at it. "You may continue to sit there if you wish, but I would prefer if I could see you better to speak with you." She accessed the computer and began pulling up information about Cato Lacres, medical history and the like. "You may call me Iliarya, as I feel that a more informal air between myself and patients is much more suitable in this type of environment. You may speak your mind, Cato, as I am sure you may have things to say. I assure you that I will do my best to treat you but it will only be effective if you work with me." Her voice was softer, gentle even and had a different tone from the one in which she used outside of the medical wing. <br><br>She paused as she stared at the screen for a moment before looking over at Cato. It was hard to discern any expression from Turians, despite her experience with working with them back on the Citadel. Even with all her patients, Iliarya always made it a point to never speak down to them. She respected every race and knew that each person had different experiences in which shaped their views. They had angers, worries, concerns that could turn them violent or desperate when it came to their lives. She felt it was her duty to understand what they were going through before trying to treat them in order to assess the situation better. This was how she started any treatment and how she planned it out. Without this kind of information, no matter what she did, it could all prove to be pointless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>13-05-2013, 10:59:22</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephen Grayson<br><hr>An amused expression played on the turian's face before she leaned forward.<br><br>"You did, Mr Grayson. Remember?"<br><br>After that little display she leaned back again and fiddled with the inter-comm. "You may enter now, Ms Holden."<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs: Cato Lacres</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Medical Wing<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Iliarya<br><hr>Cato opened his eyes as he heard her delicate steps coming down the hallway. As she stepped in through the door his eyes were naturally drawn along the lines of her body as she spoke with the VI. He listened only half-heartedly as she spoke. He had heard it all before. Cooperation, for your own good, eat your medicine. He straightened up and instructed the VI to push up the lights again before he heard her asking him to speak his mind. There was something new. Turian and salarian physicians wasn't so much about the talking part. Neither was he.<br><br>"<strong>If Fera wants me to see you, I will see you. But like I told her, don't expect much...</strong>" He crossed his legs in a similar fashion as his sister and spread his arms along the backs of the nearby seats. "<strong>That's my mind, by the way. Any other questions?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 05:17:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Fera's Office<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Fera, Stephen<br><hr><br>Veyle had arrived at the Spectre's office just in time to see Stephen stepping inside, and so had decided to wait outside until being called in. She wasn't in any particular rush to get in there, but she wasn't dreading it either. Her defense would be pretty solid, she felt. In any case, Fera didn't keep her waiting for very long, and so Veyle joined her and Stephen after she'd been beckoned and the door had been unlocked. She didn't say anything, she just made sure to look a little remorseful about her actions, but only a little. Veyle knew that she had to prove that she was tough enough to handle the assignment, not just that she was sorry, so she had to carefully balance everything that she said or did during this little meeting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>21-05-2013, 14:20:54</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephen Grayson, Veyle Holden<br><hr>Fera didn't move a muscle as Veyle stepped inside, her eye followed the young woman intently though. She was starting to develop a headache, it had been a long day with many new people. As such she began the meeting with a rather tired sigh, not really aimed at the two of them, but it wouldn't hurt if they believed so.<br><br>"Nothing serious, I just wanted to remind you who owns this ship that you mildly vandalized earlier today. Nothing that Gordo and Shez'a'Re cannot handle, though I imagine I will have to listen to them groaning about it for an hour or so..." She leaned in towards the two, her tone hardening a little bit. "I do not enjoy such diversions of my resources however. Should it happen again, I will punish you appropriately. Please do not test the trust that I have put in you. Also if any of you feel that you have a tendency to lose control over your powers." She gave Veyle an extra glance before continuing. "Come to me and we'll se what we can do about it. You're dismissed. Next stop is Omega, so make sure you rest up before then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>22-05-2013, 22:56:47</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Fera's office<br>Tagging: Fera, Veyle<br><br><hr><br>It took a lot to surprise Stephen: it took even more to get him to lose face, but to get him to openly smirk in disbelief was impressive and was downright unheard of at that. What Fera had said was implausible because, to be frank, he had no memory of telling her anything: let alone his most important and intimate secrets. Yet here she was, brazenly spouting them off and answering with equally unabashed confidence. He opened his mouth to ask another question when he simply remembered the agreement and sighed: annoyance on his normally well masked face. <br><br>By the time that Veyle had entered the room, Stephen was once again wearing the mask of simplistic and believable contentment. He didn't know how the Turian had gotten a hold of the information but it was something deeply troubling. There were of course, options and means to which she could have gotten that information; Perhaps she had links to the Shadow Broker, perhaps she was even one of it's members, perhaps she had bugged the halls in which he shared some of the information to Veyle but that left so many gaps in the knowledge that it was improbable. Either way, she'd probably make him earn a true answer, either way.<br><br>"...You're dismissed. Next stop is Omega, so make sure you rest up before then."<br><br>Stephen looked up rather suddenly as he was dismissed. He could try and force the issue further: Press his captain for information but he had a feeling that would simply result in a bad working relationship and that, despite his curiosity, working for someone who knew so much about him whilst knowing so little about her would be...fun. To say the least.<br><br>"Come on then Veyle. I think I owe you a drink and I'd certainly like to get to know you better..."<br><br>He smiled with a genuine intent when speaking with Veyle. He felt like he generally wanted to know her story a bit more: Something told him ti would be fascinating, to say the least. It was rare enough that you met someone with as much talent for hiding faces as Stephen Grayson: he could also think of other reasons to be friendly to her; The Biotic powers, the nice body and the interesting past, to name a few.<br><br>"You are more than welcome to join us...captain."<br><br>He grimaced at that last word slightly but otherwise he was being genuine. It would be advantageous to appear friendly with her and getting her drunk might loosen her lips.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>24-05-2013, 05:35:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Medical Wing<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Cato<br><br><hr><br>Iliarya looked up from the computer to look at Cato. Her eyes studied him as her mind pondered over his words. She could tell this wasn't going to be easy, but then again, many things weren't. Despite that, she was not intimidated by her task. Her hands moved away from the computer and she leaned back, folding her hands in her lap as she continued to look at Cato. "No... no questions. But I do have a few requests if we are to cooperate. First, I would recommend gathering all and any stimulant packs you have in your possession, including those in your living quarters." Her gaze was steady as she continued. "You might be aware that attempting to stop so suddenly will have its drawbacks, of which we will have to work around. You will likely go through withdrawal, given that you are not exposed to the stimulants after a certain amount of time. This is normal. Once I know exactly what kind of stimulant packs you have been using, I will be able to effectively find the right medication to counteract the effects of withdrawal." <br><br>Here, she stood and went over to the large window that looked out to the rest of the deck. "Another part to the treatment, if you are willing, would be to figure out why or how you have come to develop a dependency on the stimulant packs. That is," she turned around to look at him once more. "If you are willing. Otherwise, well, I guess I'll just have to think of something else." There was a slight shrug to her shoulders as she said that. She also added, "I will also be monitoring any orders made on the ship so please try to refrain from ordering any stimulant packs. If you do, I <em>will</em> find out and it will be taken from you. I shall also put in a request with Captain Fera not to allow any of the other crew members to use them, as I'm sure anybody who uses them can make do without them. I shall also conduct a search of your living quarters after we leave any dock to make sure you didn't get more."<br><br>She walked back to the computer and sat back down. "I am taking this very seriously and I do hope you'll put some effort into cooperating with me, Cato."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>01-06-2013, 19:34:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pAyKbNr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttlebay, everywhere, possibly right behind you.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Silly shanenigans.<br><hr>This was so so boring, even drunk. The aggressions between the crew kinda killed his party and now he was left with the human and had no idea what to say and judging from what little reaction she gave her it was similar for her. The only chivalrous cause of action he could have come up with was to end the conversation at that point and not force her any longer to bath in that awkwardness.<br>"If you'd excuse me...i'm much to drunk to do anything but causing trouble, much less strike a conversation, so yeah...excuse me while i...do what i do best." <br>The turian winked before grabbing his sack, looking inside and activating his cloak, only leaving a holographic image of himself. That should keep them from searching him till he was done, but he had to hurry. <br>Sneaking through a ship is surprisingly easy when noone suspects infiltration and seeing that they were in space that was the case, he just had to evade the cameras in case there were actually good enough to spot him. Callius had most of the stuff he needed, however there was something he could not organize in advancement. Since it was most likely least secured he sneaked into the canteen and for luck found noone there, giving him enough time to prepare the key element of his cunning plan.<br>Since he felt he had some time left he paid a visit to the medical wing and spotted Cato. Still cloaked the infiltrator sneaked up to his superior sticking a "kick me" sign to his back and quickly rushing out of sight and torwards the engeneering, finding another good place for mayhem. Callius put a card and glued a thin, barely visible piece of string on it. Leading the string around various devices he made a rather complex trigger: Pick up the card, bucket of water lands on your head. Also he made sure to write "Don't pick up the card." on the card.<br>Last stop was Fera's office where he installed his favourite little contraption: a tripwire that triggered a little catapult loaded with a yummi cake and aimed at the door.<br>Finally Callius appeared back in the shuttle bay.<br>"...shame i forgot my whoopee cushion"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 04:46:09</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Fera's Office<br><strong>Tags:</strong> None<br><hr>Not long after Stephen and Veyle had left her she turned towards her door with a heavy sigh. It would be a hard time trying to shape this motley crew into something more fitting of her ambitions. Opening it she stepped over the tripwire and picked up the cake from its contraption. If Callius could put this kind of effort into a prank she certainly hoped he was good enough for this mission. Turning around she walked into her office again.<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs: Cato Lacres</strong><br><strong>Location:</strong> Medical Wing<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Iliarya<br><hr>Cato listened to Iliarya's little speech and leaned on his elbows. For a moment he looked exhausted, as if the thought of the whole ordeal was getting him tired already. While he appreciated her concern he wasn't too sold about giving up his comfort. Even so, he didn't feel as cornered this time. For some reason he felt more okay with her methods. For some reason he almost felt like he actually wanted to get clean this time. Standing up he gave her a curt nod.<br><br>"Very well. I shall cooperate. But your little psych-evaluation will be on my conditions. It stops when I say so. Otherwise you are free to do as you wish."<br><br>He turned towards the door, the note on his back showing to her for a moment before he turned back. "Thanks Doc. Do send me a message with the time and place for the first... meeting." With that he left, note and all. Not that anyone in their right mind would heed it, but it was sure to put a dent in the wall of his quarters that evening.<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttle heading for the starship Xotlendi.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br><hr>Warengions. Fera almost wanted to put a bullet through her head as she thought about the vicious creatures. The serpents of the void were nomadic, like the Quarians, but unlike them they had earned a greater level of respect and distrust among the stars. They were expert diplomats, spies and assassins. Not to mention they were 40 foot long four-eyed snakes with teeth that would make anyone phobic of needles. Out of it all it was the diplomat-point that made her so troubled about the visit. Every time she had visited a Warengion vessel she had come out of it feeling like she had been snuffed of something important. That was usually her thing to do towards others in a diplomatic meeting.<br><br>She eyed the others in the shuttle. Out of them Raven had actually visited the very same vessel ten years earlier on her mission to bring down Casca Corvinus. That time the visit had ended badly. Something had happened that had made them less than popular among the ship's populace. Alice' adoptive mother had been on the ship as well and her synthetic limbs was a clear indication of Warengion cyber-surgery. But in this case it was not made by a serpent. How Rebecca Hackett had learned how to perform the incredible art-form that was Warengion surgery she had no idea, but it was certainly impressive. As the shuttle docked she sighed, something that had become a staple of her very being since this mission began. Rising she nodded to the others and stepped out of the shuttle into the dark halls of the Xotlendi's hangars. They were immediately met byt two of the serpent-creatures, their webbed spines flared and teeth bared, scales rattling towards them in two thick coils of raw muscle.<br><br>"You should know better, Fera the Reader of Lacres!" one of them hissed sharply, all four eyes narrowing on Raven. "The Defilers are not welcome here. Raven of Hart is not allowed on board!"<br><br>"Please, Kersh of Wrakki, spare me your spit and bile." Fera scoffed and waved away his protests. "You know as well as I do that there is no way you will hold me back. <strong>Right</strong>?" The last word seemed to make the aggressive serpent squint in discomfort as he hissed out a growl.<br><br>"Not even the Matriarch will agree to..."<br><br>"Take me to her."<br><br>It looked as if the serpent was bringing up his whole being to refuse her. "No, I am to take you to Akkhan the Sha..."<br><br>"<strong>Now</strong>."<br><br>The other serpent cowered before his word and Kersh seemed to submit. "My most humble apologies, Fera the Reader of Lacres." the other serpent started "The Matriarch has not forgiven the Defilers and we cannot expose her to its presence."<br><br>"Akkhan has not forgiven them, you mean?" She looked back at the others. In a way she felt sorry for them. Anyone but Raven was probably very confused by the whole exchange, and even she was probably out of her depths at the moment. "I call upon the Laws of the Qa'pash for Raven of Hart's stay. She is my servant and I will not be insulted by your refusal to show her the hospitality that I deserve."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>05-06-2013, 14:03:15</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Shuttle heading for the starship Xotlendi.<br>Tags: Fera, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br><br><hr>Of all the species in the Galaxy, the Warengions were the ones Raven LEAST wanted to deal with. They had not even approached the ship and Raven already had a sour taste in her mouth. Her fists clenched tightly for the whole ride.<br>As they docked Raven placed her hand on her pistol and it'd take a crowbar to pry her finger away from the trigger.<br><br>"I'm starting to get a headache" Raven muttered, hinting at her desire to throw one of the snakes out of the airlock. But she was merely showing her distaste of the Warengions, the absence of a blue glow indicated she was restraining herself from making any rash movements.<br><br>Raven took a good look at Fera. "Just tell me WHEN to start shooting."<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Please, Kersh of Wrakki, spare me your spit and bile." Fera scoffed and waved away his protests. "You know as well as I do that there is no way you will hold me back. <strong>Right</strong>?" The last word seemed to make the aggressive serpent squint in discomfort as he hissed out a growl.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Raven smirked but kept quiet for now. Fera's reaction to these creatures put her a little more at ease than before. But she still had her fingers locked around her pistol.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 05:09:09</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Gordo &amp; Shez'a'Re<br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'tan, Ledra, Veyle and Stephen<br><hr>Stepping out of the nearly sterile shuttle into Omega's humid air of corruption and foul smells was quite a shocking contrast. Gordo mentioned something about unshaved dirty privates under his breath, which Shez'a'Re laughed off by taking a few deep breaths through his rebreather system and nudging Nel'tan in the ribs. The pathway leading up to the station itself was containing a surprising number of Blood Packs, mostly vorcha who snarled and hissed at the new arrivals. Walking up to a krogan Packmaster, Gordo exchanged a few words while Shez kept an eye on the hideous beasts around them.<br><br>"Rule number one; don't fuck with Aria. Two, don't feed the vorcha." He said to no one in particular as Gordo returned. "Three, pay your dues to whoever is guarding the entrance. Makes your life easier." "Four, don't make eye-contact."<br><br>They nodded to each other and walked off, Shez motioning for the others to follow. "Five; don't drink anything you didn't bring yourself, unless you are about to insult a krogan." "Six..." As they entered the station proper and was greeted with the sleazy magnificent that was viewing Afterlife, Gordo threw out his arms and turned to the group. "...enjoy yourself. Debauchery capital number one, Omega. Now, we didn't want to tell of Fera..." "Probably rule one on the Vigilant." "...but we don't need... squares guarding us. We have made more smuggle runs here than all your combat missions combined, so how about you go get yourself laid or drugged off your pretty little buns or whatever it is you do on shore leave for the next hour or so. We'll call you up once we are done. See?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 20:22:25</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Grayson<br>Location: Omega<br>Tagging: Nel'tan, Ledra, Veyle, Gordo &amp; Shez'a'Re<br><br><hr><br>Listening to the chatter of the combination of the Turian and the Quarian who had blathered that they were; smugglers, less than stellar at combat and almost certainly screwing. Still, as he listened to them explain their versions of the rules of Omega, Stephen couldn't help but smile. At least they got the first rule right: having once worked for Arya, he had seen the fate of someone who forgot that rule. The bounty that he'd gotten from that particular mission was pretty immense, considering it was a simple grab-a-schmuck type deal.<br><br>Still, even now he could recall the screams when he handed him over to Arya...<br><br>Shaking his head a little: He looked around at the people whom he'd have the delight of sharing this exploitative mission into nothingness with: Veyle was a welcome sight, if only because she was the only one he'd shared much of any respect for on this part of the mission so far. The Quarian from before was not such a welcome sight: Stephen having been more than clear to his distaste for the man who showed him so little respect. Finally there was the Salarian.&nbsp; He hadn't talked with many Salarians in his life really...Met enough of 'em to know how much of a headache they could provide but never actually got to know one. It could certainly be an interesting learning curve.<br><br>"Well then, since our job seems to be do whatever the fuck we want: How about some drinks at afterlife? It'd be...interesting to get to know you all."<br><br>He nodded his head towards the Quarian: His face the perfectly painted mask, combining disrespect, mocking and just that little bit of a challenge. If Nel'tan was going to go for Stephen, now would be the time. The Mercenary had no time for a punk with a stick up his ass who couldn't back it up when it mattered.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>08-06-2013, 00:23:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Fera's Office<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Fera, Stephen<br><hr><br>As she sat aboard the shuttle that would bring them to Omega, Veyle was feeling more at ease than she had been aboard the main ship to a certain extent. On the Citadel, she hardly ever intercted with anyone but J'alara on a personal level, and she avoided everyone else as much as possible, so being suddenly introduced into the middle of a large group had felt rather overwhelming and unnatural. Veyle had pretty much convinced herself that anyone living under the influence of the Council and the Alliance had to have been corrupted, so she avoided contact to make sure that she didn't fall into their trap as well.<br><br>Most people also seemed to annoy her very quickly. Surprisingly, Veyle hadn't minded Stephen's company at all yet, and she may even have gone as far as to say that she appreciated, but then they hadn't spent very much time together, so perhaps that wasn't saying much. The Salarian, she didn't have much of an opinion on one way or the other yet, although as a general rule she tended to find them considerably less obnoxious than other races.<br><br>Gordo and Shez'a'Re, on the other hand...Veyle would have been ready to throw them out of the airlock from the moment that the shuttle departed. And Nel'tan made her feel uneasy. His eyes seemed to glow suspiciously from behind his visor, and Veyle's gut simply told her that he was one whom she wanted to stay away from as much as possible.<br><br>At least the two smugglers went off to handle their own business shortly after they docked on Omega. Now if they'd been able to get rid of the remaining Quarian just as easily, it would have been even better, but Stephen apparently didn't share her opinion, or at least not exactly. It was pretty apparent that there was some bad blood between the two men, even to Veyle who was far from the most adept at correctly interpreting social interactions. What had spawned that bad blood, however, she had no idea.<br><br>She threw a glance over to Ledra, shrugged her shoulders slightly and turned her attention back towards Stephen and Nel'tan, crossing her arms beneath her breasts as she watched and waited to see what would happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Odanrav</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 06:02:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Nel’Taan <br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Stephen, Velve, Ledra, Shez'a're, Gordo<br><br><hr><br>"Fine, go ahead," the Quarian said to the engineers with some hesitation to letting them run off on their own. Certainly, there was a great amount of trouble the two of them could get themselves into, yet they seemed to know the drill and Nel didn't want to impede on how they operated. "Be sure to keep your comms on though." He said to the pair as they were walking away. <br><br>Some crewmen were best to be left space to work, and as of now the former Captain was still sizing everybody up. Seeing their disposition and capabilities. At first glance he had taken notice of a great deal of arrogance and entitlement amongst some of the "Specialists" aboard. In particular Stephen and Cato, both possessing legitimate anti-authority personalities. Confronting them in anger was a strategy for insured failure, and he had learned to take less direct approaches when dealing with soldiers such as them. He would give them space, and in time their hubris would cause somebody to get hurt, and only then would they learn. That was, of course, was what happened to himself so many years ago and was the cause of his banishment. <br><br>Looking around, things were familiar in many ways, and unfamiliar in more. It'd been over a decade since Nel found himself on this station and it was an uneasy feeling. With the tremendous amount of turnover that Omega went through year by year, there was little chance anyone aboard would know him still from so many years ago, especially since his face was perpetually hidden, yet he didn't plan on taking chances and would assume a low profile. <br><br>Unsurprisingly, Stephen suggested drinking on the job. "Looking for approval? Go have your drink Grayson." &nbsp;Nel nodded his head towards the entrance ramp leading up to Afterlife after the two of them had made eye contact for several seconds. While he wasn't condoning them gallivanting about on his first assignment, neither did he want to start a fuss. Besides, he had just remembered an old friend in the Tuhi district who might still be hanging around and this presented an opportunity to go see him if Ledra and Velve went with Stephen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>10-06-2013, 21:15:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pAyKbNr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Shuttlebay, everywhere, possibly right behind you.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Silly shanenigans.<br><hr>At first Callius considered himself lucky to go with Fera to some sort of diplomacy meeting, after all him going to deep into omega was a terrible idea given his past...even though he was fairly sure he kept his missions secret it's impossible not to piss off some people on that friggin astroid. However his joy was only of short time and faded quickly once he saw the...<br><br>Snakes? Giant snakes? Giant talking snakes? Ok...that did it, this was too ridiculous to be an actual mission. Someone must have been pulling a very eleborate prank on him. Who though? Fera? Maybe she wanted to claim his throne as king of pranks after seeing his masterwork of pure cakey pranking. He crossed his arms and listened to the little show, untill he couldn't take it anymore.<br><br>"Come on...all the the royal sounding names are a bit much. I mean ok, yeah those costumes are nice, but still landing on Omega to talk to a race of megasnakes? I saw a lot of wierd shit, so i'd probably just go along with it, but that guys acting really is over the top! ...and Fera! 'Raven of Hards'...seriously? You make her sound like some card based porn? Now...where is the zipper on that costume?" Tyrion moved around the giant snake trying to take a closer look at his back.<br><br>Suddenly the turian stopped, standing perfectly still, petrified, once he heard Raven. That kind of hatred was impossible to act. ...or she was the only good actor Fera hired. No, Talius was pretty sure it was real, which only left one conclusion. Callius went backwards, whispering to Fera<br><br>"Those are real, right? I just called a pair of muscled sentient giant snakes a horde of back actors, didn't I?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>18-06-2013, 21:35:03</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Xotlendi<br>Tags: Fera, Callius, Iliarya, Raven<br><hr>Alice sighed, shrugging her cybernetic limbs in an exaggerated motion. <strong>"All this fuss . . . why don't we see Uncle Akkhan AND the Matriarch? We could all work together nicely, and be good children, yes? We'll all get along nice, and if any of our side decide to get uppity, I'll be sure to punch them in the head until they pass out. We don't want any TROUBLE, right?"</strong><br><br>Alice turned to Raven with an odd grin on her face. Seems she knew what happened with the original group that visited the Xotlendi. Really, bringing an Asari onto the ship was probably not a good idea . . . but oh well! At Callius's antics though she had to stop herself from laughing.<br><br><strong>"How can you not know of the Warengion? Such an amazingly gifted race will surely be at the forefront of galactic politics soon . . . depending on a few things."</strong> She turned towards Kersh and his companion with a raised eyebrow. Clearly, someone had been telling Alice things. THINGS. Rebecca Hackett didn't usually open her mouth about private matters, but it was understandable that she'd told Alice a few things. After all, Rebecca was one of the few people who was still welcome on the Xotlendi by a good portion of the Warengion in power, and had brought Alice along on one or two trips in order to introduce her to those same key snakes . . . and maybe show off what she'd learned. Alice's arms were indeed Warengion in design, but crafted by human hands . . something just about unheard of.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 13:55:33</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Greyson<br>Location: Omega, Afterlife<br>Tagging: Veyle, Nel'taan, Ledra (?)<br><br><hr><br>Stephen's tongue rolled along the inside of his lower lip, thinly veiled annoyance showing through at the response of the Quarian. He had hoped to antagonise the one with the stick up his ass, not get antagonised. After the little flicker of annoyance passed from his face he regained full composure and gave a mock salute. "Wasn't asking permission, but thank you, oh great and powerful suit. I'll remember you next time I need to ask permission from someone who isn't my superior to do something that doesn't require permission."<br><br>He turns his back on the Quarian, getting far too personally antagonised by the man. Sure: Stephen might have a credited anti-authoritarian stance and had only ever respected people who actually earned it, but that didn't mean he had to clash heads with everyone who thought they were superior to him because of a grand design that the Mercenary failed to see. Darwin was a smart man, and Stephen was a man who liked living. Ergo, survival of the fittest sat well with someone who considered themselves pretty high on the proverbial food chain.<br><br>Shrugging, he offered his good arm to Veyle, hoping the girl would join him for a drink and offer at least some sort of distraction from the simmering anger that the Quarian had inspired simply by being himself. "I wonder if Aria remembers me? Still, it barely matters: I owe you a drink."<br><br>Whether the younger woman took his arm or not, Stephen walked on towards Afterlife, where he would casually walk past the lines and towards the door: Hoping very much that a bouncer would try and stop him. After the last little exchange he could do with breaking something's jaw.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>04-07-2013, 15:25:12</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br><hr>Fera watched the whole circus unfold before her and seemed to be at least partially amused. But she really had to steel her eyes into the Warengions to stop them from beheading Callius. And they would have succeeded. Compared to anyone but herself these two were of Akkhan's personal guard, warriors of several centuries that could quite literally kill with their tongues and a glance. As they rattled off to no doubt warn Akkhan of her stubborn arrival she looked at the others and smiled.<br><br>"Very good Callius, though I think they would have appreciated a yummi-cake better." She started to walk off to one of the elevators that were unoccupied. While most races built their ships to have its gravitational pull go along with the length of the ship, the Warengions preferred it flipped to the side. As such the very long needle like vessels weren't a few very long floors but several hundreds of circular levels set up around a drive-core running along the whole length of the ship. It was a fragile design, but then again the Warengions never engaged in direct confrontation with anything larger than a single seat fighter. As they entered she cleared her throat and turned to the others.<br><br>"There are a few things you should know before we meet the Warengion Matriarch. First and foremost, it is not at all like an Asari one. This Matriarch is the sole ruler of the entire Warengion species. The only Warengion with powers even close to hers is the Vizier, Akkhan the Sharp. As such, treat her as royalty. Do not speak to the Matriarch unless spoken to, keep your head lower than hers and should she speak to you answer respectfully. You, Callius, are not even allowed to lay eyes on her and if you pull any of your pranks while we're in her court her wrath will be the least of your problems. I. Will. Kill. You. Is that clear?"<br><br>She turned away from them without listening for their affirmation. The door to the elevator slid open and they were instantly hit with a wall of smoke, humid air and the thick smell of myrrh and honey. The room within was dimly lit and with the heavy clouds drifting before them it was heard to make out any details except for the high vaulting pillars and glowing multitude quads of eyes in the shadows just beyond the few cones of light that were available. As they walked out they could hear rattles and slithering scales along the ground around them as smaller Warengion slithered around their feet to avoid their steps.And there in the middle of the room, surrounded by starkly colored veils that looked merely like solid smoke was the supposed Matriarch. She was so large as to rival anything in the human imagination and her coils seemed to roil on endlessly around her. Her head seemed more curved, a bit more elegant than the jagged shapes that usually made up the faces of the Warengion race. Her eyes sparked with the blue energy of Element Zero and between her rows of needle-like teeth hung a large ornate pipe which spewed fumes like dry ice. Fera stopped well away from the esteemed figure which had turned its eyes upon them when they entered the room. She took a low bow, holding it until a long hiss emanated from the Matriarch.<br><br>"Fffera the Reader of Lacresss. I am pleassed to sssee you." Fera raised her head and the Warengion queen cocked her head as shee looked at the others. "Ssstrangerss you bring, and one of Akkhan's Defilersss. However..." A tail tip slid from a midst the coils and pointed at Alice. "Approach, childe. What iss you legacy with sssuch delicate inssstrumentss attached to your sshoulders?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>14-07-2013, 14:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Fera's Office<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Stephen<br><hr><br>Veyle observed the small clash between the human and quarian with more interest than her dull eyes would have given away, taking small mental notes on their personalities that would likely prove useful at a later time. The importance of gathering as much information as possible about any given situation had been repeatedly drilled into her head for years, and it was one of the lessons that she actually had to agree with, so it basically came as a second nature. Cooled heads prevailed in the end, although the way that Nel’Taan had begun to get under Stephen's skin hadn't escaped her.<br><br>Veyle was glad to be rid of the Quarian when he wandered off, though she knew that eventually she would have to learn how to handle his presence more easily. It was just more difficult right now with everything being so new and happening all at once. Breaking away from everyone else and spending some time only with Stephen would be more comfortable, Veyle imagined, since she at least had <em>some</em> experience interacting with people one on one, as opposed to having just about never been thrown into a weird group situation.<br><br>Plus it represented an opportunity for Veyle to finally take the time to enjoy her newfound partial freedom, which she hadn't thought would really interest her, but now that it was actually within reach, the idea suddenly seemed more enticing. She looked at Stephen with a slightly confused look on her otherwise blank face when he stuck his arm out, not knowing if she was supposed to react in some specific way or not, but she ended up just walking beside him. <br><br>She guessed that the "Afterlife' which they were walking towards had to be some sort of dance club based on the loud, bass heavy music that could be heard blaring from within every time that the doors slid open to let somebody in from the lineup waiting outside. Again, Veyle looked at the back of the line with some confusion when Stephen lead her directly to the door instead, but then she reminded herself that she knew next to nothing about this place and that he seemed pretty familiar with it, so she was content with following his lead and learning for now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 00:17:33</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Xotlendi<br>Tags: Fera, Callius, Iliarya, Raven<br><hr><br>Alice, much to her credit, went along quietly as they group continued on to the Matriarch's chambers. Even after they entered she played the good girl act well, staying back and quiet. Of course, the Matriarch actually took notice of her and called her forward . . . which meant it was time to be 'social'. The cybernetically enhanced girl almost-casually strode up next to Fera, doing an oddly proper bow before glancing up to smile brightly.<br><br><strong>"I am Alice of Hackett, daughter of Rebecca of Hackett. My mother is the human diplomat supporting the Warengion's increasing role in galactic politics. She was also the student of Nekaph the Reborn, studying under him in the hopes of being able to extend his life. The loss of Nekaph the Reborn has always been my mother's greatest regret, and spurred her onwards to try and honor his memory by perfecting his craft . . . My arms are the results, as I lost my biological ones in a biotic accident when I was a child."</strong> She paused, ever-so-delicately moving the digits on her hands, before smiling again. <strong>"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I do hope I'm saying everything properly, I'm not nearly as clever and well-mannered as my mother is, so I apologize in advance."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>24-07-2013, 01:23:10</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Fera Lacres, Warengion Matriarch.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br><hr>The Matriarch eyes narrowed slightly as Alice spoke, but more out of curiosity than any irritation. Her coils roiled softly around the heated stone she was wrapped around, making her pulse slightly in the dim light. As Alice finished she nodded her large head, eyes widening a little in recognition.<br><br>"Rebecca the Enlightened of Hackett. We know her well. One of few Defilersss that were pardoned upon my rissse to the Matriarchy. Nekaph the Reborn wasss banisshed by my ssister and predecessor. It saddenss me to hear of hisss demise. Had he been alive, we had sorely needed hisss skillss." There was some hushed whispers from all around the dark room, some approving, others disapproving. It seemed that there was a split among the Warengions, most probably between Akkhan the Sharp and the Matriarch, going down throughout their whole society. The royal snake didn't take notice though. "Through the bond between your mother and Nekaph, you have tapped into a powerful legacy, Alice of Hackett. To usss relation through actionss and wordsss matter more than relation through blood. Indeed, in a way you are more Warengion than human. I sssee it in your eyesss..."<br><br>Her head had slowly crept closer through the badly lit darkness until the two almost touched heads. But now as the Matriarch pulled back she brought her attention over to Fera again. "If we have matters to discusss, Fera the Reader of Lacres, I suggest your friendss and mine leave thisss room..." Fera looked a little surprised, but looked back at the others with a nod. "I'll probably be here for a while. Why don't you make your way down to the shuttle again. The markets around there are filled to the brim with... things of interest."<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> -<br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'tan, Veyle and Stephen<br><hr>As Stephen and Veyle approached the entrance to the Afterlife they passed by a gang of Blood Packs. The four Vorcha hissed and spoke of "filthy pink hoomans" while the accompanying Krogan just gave a grunt and a fierce glance. Humans had a bad reputation among the Blood Packs, mostly because the rival Blue Suns were recruiting aggressively from among their ranks. The Krogan bouncer at the door however seemed rather indifferent to their presence. He had a single batarian tending to the line and only waved the human couple away as they approached.<br><br>"Get in line again, we don't do favors..." He stopped as he looked up at them though and a grin split his large frog-like face. "Stephen Greyson. Seems like centuries ago. Lorgar's jaw still hops out of its socket every now and then, right Lorgar?" The Batarian threw Stephen a mixed expression of fear and fierce hatred before giving a grunt and returning to tending the line. "His honor is still blackened though. To think he was a lieutenant of Daria's once... just go right in, Greyson, I think Gavron has something that could fit your skills."<br><br>He opened the door for them and stepped aside. Last time Stephen was on Omega Gavron had just been an enforcer for the feared Asari kingpin. Nowadays the fierce Turian could be counted among her most loyal and valuable lieutenants. If you wanted to get on Daria's good side, you had to start doing the dirty work that Gavron threw you. "Go on, don't be shy. It'll be just like the old days."<br><br><br>The Blood Packs changed targets as the humans disappeared into the club. A lonely quarian was a much more appropriate target in their eyes. "Hey you, Quarian!" One of the Vorchas pointed and shouted at Nel'tan, the others scowling and hissing in challenge. "We no want no filthy space noomads here on Omega. Too many already! Piss off or we cut you up like fresh dead corpse!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>02-08-2013, 21:08:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/pAyKbNr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kot...Hot...Sot...the snakestarship<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, pesky eavesdroppers<br><hr>The longer this went the less Callius felt like trapped in a strange joke and the more it felt like elkor poetry, in other words, he didn't get any of what happened, but he had the feeling is was important. Which was all the more reason for him to find out what the hell was going on. The problem is he had no idea whom to ask and the options he had were not exactly big.<br><br>If he interupted Alice Fera would get pissed and kill him, if he asked Fera she'd get pissed and kill him, if he asked the Asari she probably wouldn't answer as she didn't speak since he saw her, if he asked Raven he would interupt her hatestare and most likely just kill him to have killed something and if he asked the snakes <strong>everyone</strong> would kill him...yep...ignorance was bliss.<br><br>Unsurprisingly Callius was the first to act on the order to leave, but&nbsp; halfway he turned around and went back to Raven to whisper a question in her ear that was just important enough to talk to her.<br><br>"Just checking...should i start rigging up the ship with explosives and plan an escape route? Cause that is usually the point where things go out of hand."<br><br>The more important part, however was softly dragging her away to make sure she would leave without causing a diplomatic incident. Not that the question wasn't important, the ship starting to blow up was part of every daring escape Callius could think of, so he had to provide for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 21:13:03</strong>
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				Callius' comment threw Raven off a bit, she was in the middle of imagining every death scenario she could think of that might occur on this ship. Though conversation was a welcome distraction to remove her from the massive ammount of blood-rage she had stirring up at the moment.<br><br>She looked at Callius with an evil smirk on her face.<br>"It'd be the preferred outcome of this little venture....but somehow I get the feeling Fera wouldn't be too happy with you doing that....then again I think you're going to piss her off regardless."<br><br>Raven looked around to make sure there weren't any Warengions nearby, "But diplomatic incident or not, I'm going to shoot the next worm that uses the term 'defiler' near me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>03-08-2013, 21:56:13</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kot...Hot...Sot...the snakestarship<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, pesky eavesdroppers<br><hr>Since Raven seemed to follow him Callius ceased any physical contact, he wasn't exactly sure how much pressure human skin could take before they felt uncomfortable, aside of that it was less then with Turians and much less then with krogans. Though krogans were a bad scale for this kind of stuff, since they sometimes seem to great each other with headbutts.<br><br>"Yeah, getting my superiors mad at me is kind of my specialty. I think Fera liked the cake though." Callius casually replied, while leading Raven back to the shuttles. "So...what you are trying to tell&nbsp; me is they are potential allies, but you hate them...and that i most likely won't get anything to shoot at right?" <br><br>Callius was still having problems to wrap his head around the whole Diplomatic-mission-with-monster snake-business, but he knew that Raven would ignite a war with those snakes in the blink of an eye if noone took care of her, so the dark turian eyes did never stray to far from the human woman. At least that was the excuse Callius came up with for looking at her so much. After all it was impossible that the turian prankster would ever have unprofessional thoughts about any members of his squad. That would be rediculous<br><br>"Defiler? Why would that term bother you? I've been called worse. Deserter, murderer, mercenary, arsonist, maniac clown, squirrel rapist...Bob. Never bothered me much. I'm sure there is a story...i won't ask you for it, but if you want to talk...i'm here", Callius said carefully putting a hand on Raven's shoulder. <br><br>They reached the market at the shuttles pretty soon, sadly all those shops were run by snakes, which Callius presumed all had a stick in their ar...did they have asses at all? I mean...they surely didn't have asscheeks, but they had to poop somehow didn't they? Slowly but unstoppable Callius mind drifted to designing snake toilets untill he realized he was not alone that is.<br><br>"See anything you'd like? I don't see any guns here, but maybe we could scare them by asking for snake leather belts..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 21:00:19</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br>Tags: Callius, Any Warengion brave enough to admit to overhearing their conversation.<br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Defiler? Why would that term bother you? I've been called worse. Deserter, murderer, mercenary, arsonist, maniac clown, squirrel rapist...Bob. Never bothered me much. I'm sure there is a story...i won't ask you for it, but if you want to talk...i'm here", Callius said carefully putting a hand on Raven's shoulder. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"It's just..the way they say it, more irritating really.....wait, squirrel rapist? should I even ask?"<br>This was likely the first time Raven cracked a smile since they had boarded this ship.<br><br>waiting for Callius' explanation, when he was done Raven continued her own explanation.<br><br>"See, you might be able to tell I'm rather blunt about things, if I want to kill you, you'll know, these Warengions.....they're a lot more...subtle about those things, I don't even WANT to try and guess what happened to get this Matriarch in power...I just know she's different than the one I met on the last mission. Anyways, there was an exile who had some information we needed, I wouldn't have really called him a Warengion, maybe a snake's brain in some robotic contraption he concocted, but I guess to them it's all the same really. This....thing had a mouth on it, made one of our crewmates mad....and I'll just say it wound up on the wrong side of a biotic rage. I guess since our crew had a known snake-killer onboard they didn't really like us much after that point, and that's where all this defiler bullshit comes in. If you ask me, that thing had it coming, dangerous synthetic experiments onboard our ship, what my friend did should have been considered an act of mercy, it was hardly alive at all by that point. And if this regime was the one who funded that research...there's no telling what sort of crazy experiments might be going on around here...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>04-08-2013, 22:24:19</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Xotlendi<br>Tags: Callius, Iliarya, Raven<br><hr><strong>"To be fair, he was basically the most skilled cyberneticist in the galaxy, and an extremely well-respected figure in the entire Warengion society. At least, that's what Mother always tells me."</strong> Alice commented, as she caught up with the others after saying her farewells to the Matriarch. The cybered-up girl shrugged with a mechanical whirring sound, sighing.<br><br><strong>"Prejudice against high technology aside, you can't deny that his loss wasn't a good thing for the galaxy. Imagine the sorts of wonders that could've been created if he was still around? Hell, Mother only has a fraction of his knowledge, and she was able to completely rebuild my body after those drugs at Brain Camp basically made me blow my body half to pieces from an overload of biotic power."</strong><br><br>Brain Camp, or BaAT was something you were not supposed to talk about, due to the horrors that has gone on there. Terrible experiments with the first generation of human biotic children, culminating in some VERY dangerous situations.<strong> "Still, try not to whisper about all this stuff while on the Xotlendi, Defiler. The Warengion are always watching, and always listening. Also, we should all probably stick together. For safety's sake, no? Hmm, I wonder if they have any of those delicious sugary drinks Mother imported after her last diplomatic meeting . . ."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>05-08-2013, 17:58:48</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kot...Hot...Sot...the snakestarship<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, pesky eavesdroppers<br><hr>"Erm", Callus began and looked up trying to remember the story, though when he did he was a bit hesistant to do so, "...it was on a mission on a garden Planet, most is classified, but the enemy dug themselve into a heavily guarded and fortified&nbsp; bunker...there was few chance to take the bunker by force, since we barely were able to aim through the small opening, however...at some point i discovered squirrels ocassional rushing through them and so i took a very small grenade, pushed it into the squirrels ass and shot to make it run to the bunker...it worked, but...it's not the kind of story that gains you reputation."<br><br>Callius turned around and seemed rather unsurprised someone eavesdropped, luckily it was Alice instead of a Snake that tried to strangle him. However she seemed to try and get Raven to strangle her as her words were so poorly chosen that even Callius treatment of superiors seemed less bad in comparision. Callius supposed it was his choice to stop them both from killing each other.<br><br>He stepped in front of Alice, flared mandibles and narrowed eyes. He was angry, not because of what she said...rather because she comprimised the mission by antagonizing one of her crewmates. It didn't matter why though, Callius embraced the anger it would give his words the right harshness.<br><br>"Prejudice? AI are high technology too, as were Geth...and a half snake, half geth sounds dangerous to me. As such...Raven has a right on her opinion. I do understand that technology can save lifes and that you feel like you have to defend it. But your petty despute aside...what exactly are you trying to acomplish? Do you want to split the group by attacking her actions that way and calling her 'Defiler'? Do you really think you are safer with the very person you just insulted? I don't have any opinion on any of this but don't compromise the squad, keep it professional or one of us will die for it." Callius paused, his features settled to a more mellow expression, before he sunk his head. "I've seen it happen...it was worse then the squirrel.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 03:36:53</strong>
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				Raven barely had time to laugh at Callius' story about the squirrel when Alice popped in.<br><br>Raven was actually more surprised by Alice deciding to follow them than she was from Alice's comments.<br>Such a naive view would be expected from someone raised by Rebecca Hackett. It was only a matter of time before the twos' contrasting views would be made clear.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"To be fair, he was basically the most skilled cyberneticist in the galaxy, and an extremely well-respected figure in the entire Warengion society. At least, that's what Mother always tells me." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br>With All do respect, your mother always was a bit naive...she had a tendancy to put a positive spin on even the most vile creatures, a real gift actually. <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Prejudice against high technology aside, you can't deny that his loss wasn't a good thing for the galaxy. Imagine the sorts of wonders that could've been created if he was still around? <br>His prosthetics work was good, I'll give you that, but we could have easily ended up with an army of Synthetic Snakes to contend with, and NOBODY wants that!"<br>Raven's eyes grew wide with malice when Callius mentioned the Geth, but she bit her tongue, this wasn't the topic at hand so she wouldn't bring up old wounds. She was glad he backed up her point about the Synthetic threat though.<br><br>With Alice's next comment Raven gave her a nasty glare that could melt the armor plating off a Krogan when Alice used the word "defiler".<br><br>She then looked at Callius, <br>"It's all fine, better we get our disagreements out in the open than to let them fester, I only shoot things that have glowing blue eyes. Her mother was a snake-lover so I wont hold it against her." Raven made sure not to look at Alice when she said this, in case her eyes were in fact blue, or glowing. The way she said "snake-lover" she hoped it'd carry the same sting as the tern "defiler" carried with her, as she said it in a manner more akin to "snake fucker". Of course the notion of revenge was rather petty, but this wasn't revenge, simply a lesson on how titles can hurt the person being called by that title. She actually respected both of them so she hoped her response wasn't taken in as harshly as it sounded when she said it.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>06-08-2013, 19:36:53</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Xotlendi<br>Tags: Callius, Iliarya, Raven<br><hr><br>Alice apparently was bulletproof, as at the scathing retorts from both of the others, her grin just grew a little bit wider. <strong>"Now now, I wasn't attacking her actions. I was pointing out that talking about that sort of stuff when in the middle of the Warengion flagship is probably not the best course of action . . . I WAS poking fun at her by calling her Defiler though. I find people that get insulted by being called a different term than they're used to interesting!"</strong><br><br>That . . . was a very weird response. There might be something a little off with Alice . . she was able to put on a big show of diplomacy with the Matriarch, but when just with 'comrades' her relaxed demeanor had a severe lack of social graces. If anything, it seemed like her diplomatic speak was something she'd copied from another source, and her real personality was more behavior blind. Considering the extreme amount of damage her body went through, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that her personality had suffered because of it. Still, she turned back to Raven. <br><br><strong>"You're right about my mother though. She loves the Warengion a lot, because they remind her of Humanity so much. Think about it. An amazingly gifted people, with similar politics to Earth's from before we discovered the mass relay, capable of creating great works of art that are at the same time functional? And those are just the most obvious similarities. It's no wonder that my Mother is pushing for the Warengion to have a bigger role in galactic politics, and work alongside Humanity. It'd be a very worthwhile alliance if it happens."</strong> Considering the way she talked about her mother, with an almost wistful tone in her voice, you'd almost expect her to lash out at her mother being called naive . . . but there was nothing like that. Just what Alice seemed to consider a perfectly reasonable response, missing half the points that Raven and Callius made.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>07-08-2013, 23:56:24</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Greyson<br>Location: Omega, Afterlife<br>Tagging: Veyle, Lorgar, Krogan bouncer, Gavron<br><br><hr><br>Stephen got a healthy dose of enjoyment out of the meeting with the two bouncers: Especially Lorgar's reaction to the mere sight of Stephen. It wasn't quite enough to settle his uncharacteristic emotion but it was certainly enough to make him chuckle openly. "Don't worry Lorgar: If it comes down to it, I promise I won't break anything too important...Same as last time."He laughed at the less than subtle joke: And felt the Krogan slam a meaty hand against Stephen's Left shoulder. The fact that the Krogan had to recoil his hand in slight amounts of confusion and rub it in self serving pity made him grimace lightly. "I forgot about that one. You never did tell me the story about that arm."<br><br>Stephen slowly sighs, the temptation to run his arm was there, but it could be seen as a sign of weakness and showing a weakness in front of a den of Piranha was deadly "And I told you, buy me enough drinks and I'm sure I'd sing you the damn story."<br><br>He sighs as he walks past the bouncers into the club, still with arms linked around Veyle. Stephen decided to play it a little cool and moved his arm from linking with hers to wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "It's easier in this club if your seen with someone. That is unless you want that lovely ass of yours grabbed by every drunk turian in the club."<br><br>The Afterlife club was a sight to behold though, and as soon as the pair had made it past the bouncers and into the actual building: They'd be assaulted by a wave of sound and light that was so very unnatural. The music was loud and full of heavy, potent bass and the light was a mixture of darkness and Neon lights that was, to the uninitiated, assaulting to the senses. Stephen seemed unphased by the sudden change, but he wasn't sure how his company would react to it...<br><br>He slowly led her through the mostly empty corridor, not yet breaching the secondary door to the bar. He was taking his time a little, partly because he was in no rush, but as much because he also wanted to respect the woman who was his company. "I'm sure you've got questions, so I'd ask them here: People won't be able to eavesdrop here."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>eternalnight</strong> on <strong>13-08-2013, 18:45:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y194/Mysterious_Shizuka/0aec8775-d7c4-486c-a6a2-04a72cdc8730_zpsdc60019e.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Iliarya Maveptis<br><strong>Location:</strong> Xotlendi<br><strong>Tags:</strong> The lot<br><br><hr><br>When they had landed on the Warengion starship, Iliarya had stayed quite silent the whole time, though her eyes wandered. It was the first time she'd actually stepped onto one of the illusive race's ships. Sure, she had encountered one or two during her travels before but never familiar enough with them to actually come onto their ship. And Iliarya could be quite a curious creature. Despite having wanted to examine things more closely, she had attempted to focus on the interaction that was going on between their caption and the Matriarch. <br><br>After they were allowed (mostly) free reign for the remainder of their stay, the Asari stayed close with the group, not really commenting on the bickering. She wasn't one to really interject her own opinion on something she was not a part of, though she couldn't say the same for Callius. Iliarya stood slightly away from them, calmly observing them and making sure that no fighting broke out. Goodness knows what might happen them. As it was, she was content with not being involved and was a mere observer unless something <em>did</em> happen, at which point she would have to bring upon herself to break it up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 03:52:30</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br>Tags: Callius, Alice, Iliarya<br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You're right about my mother though. She loves the Warengion a lot, because they remind her of Humanity so much. Think about it. An amazingly gifted people, with similar politics to Earth's from before we discovered the mass relay, capable of creating great works of art that are at the same time functional? And those are just the most obvious similarities."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I don't recall us have a matriarch..." <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"It's no wonder that my Mother is pushing for the Warengion to have a bigger role in galactic politics, and work alongside Humanity. It'd be a very worthwhile alliance if it happens."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"I'll stick with the Turians and the Krogan thank you." Raven responded.<br>Maybe she was just prejudiced, Raven wondered if the whole, lacking limbs thing was part of why she was hesitant to find the appeal of these snake-beings. But then again, the thought of them having robotic arms and legs made her shudder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 15:51:16</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Tariff the Shamed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br><hr>"And what an alliance it could be, honored khaffi! It is all in the point of view, no? Perspective differs a lot depending on which side of the needle you are." The slithering tone and heavy Warengion accent came from the shadows on the group's right, where they could see four bright orange spots of light shining out towards them. "A Defiler of Akkhan's can only mean good fortune and business for Tariff the Shamed." The serpent that finally slithered out from the shadows were heavily scarred, creating a fishnet of blushed tissue along the top of its square head and down its back. Even with such an alien race it was clear that there were cold calculating determination behind those eyes. As it opened its mouth to speak one could see a great many of its needle-like teeth missing.<br><br>"I am that same Tariff, my honored khaffi. And I know enough about you, Raven of Hart, to say that you and I could be of equal use to each other. Even as we speak Akkhan's minions are planning the demise of Fera the Reader of Lacres and all of you in turn. With you gone all the outside support for the Matriarch would be gone and he would once again become the strong Vizier that he was." It cocked its head to the side, a strange and unsettling smile splitting the flat square head. "If that were to happen the Warengion would remain in blissful ignorance to the rest of the galaxy. No alliance with the Citadel would ever be wrought and we would all be the more unfortunate for it."<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Gavron, Daria<br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Nel'tan, Veyle and Stephen<br><hr>Gavron's eyes and mandible didn't show much in the way of emotion as his senses picked up on the human couple that had just entered the loud and neon bathed club. Then again the hardened Turian rarely showed any emotions at all these days. He couldn't be afforded to do so. His reputation was one of stoic violence and calm professionalism. Any detraction from that demeanor could give the other lieutenant stupid ideas. And he'd rather not bash anymore of their heads in. Good lieutenants was hard to come by these days. They were an asset. Grunts was easy enough to find since the humans started turning up on Omega. No need to hire in vorchas for meat shields anymore. Humans could think outside their bloodlust, which made them more valuable and more dangerous. Stephen Greyson was a great asset on both accounts, perhaps a bit too much of an asset. He turned away from the railings of the balcony and headed back to the couch that Daria usually sat on. He moved in with caution. She was in a bad mood today. It had cost him his right mandible the last time she was in a bad mood. It had taught him the value of silence, even when your boss was about to make a big mistake. And what a mistake it had been. A lieutenant and a whole dozen of grunts were dead. That's an expensive price to pay in this business. He leaned down over the back of the couch, his mouth at Daria's ear.<br><br>"Stephen Greyson has returned."<br><br>She stiffened up a bit but said nothing. Her expression was set in stone before her lips parted, her words slipping out past clenched teeth.<br><br>"Why the fuck should I care, Gavron?"<br><br>"He could be useful. Sending him against our... problem. He'll succeed where Kern didn't or die like he did. Either way we win."<br><br>It took a full minute before her stoneface split up in a smile. "That is why you are my top lieutenant Gavron. Make it happen."<br><br>The Turian straightened up and walked past the rest of her retinue, entering onto the club floor proper as he made his way past the dancing patrons and drunks towards the human couple. Gavron's eyes narrowed a little. He had never seen that female with Greyson before. A new conquest or something more worrying entirely. Last time he had been here Daria had made no secret that she only kept Stephen alive because he was useful. She hated his guts but couldn't afford to kill him... yet. As Gavron approached he kept on his usual deadpan expression.<br><br>"You came back after all these years, Stephen..." His eyes locked with the human's. They were the eyes of a true killer and Stephen knew it. Were no other on Omega that was as ice cold a fucker as Gavron was. He never even flinched once if he so killed a hundred, but one could see in the way he killed them that he relished how life slipped out of his victims. Had he not been a gangster lieutenant Gavron would have been a serial killer. It just happened that his hobbies was counted among the duties of his position.<br><br>"Daria has a job for you." He threw a prolonged glance towards the VIP-balcony across the room. "If you accept we will pay you half up front, the rest when you return with a head. Bring your friend if you wish..." He looked over at Veyle, his head filling up with images of her purple face as his hands crushed her larynx. His eyes twinkled for a small fraction of a second before he returned his eyes to Stephen. "If she performs we'll give her the same pay. Omega is generous to their <em>beloved</em> assassins."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lithium</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 19:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/K4JgaZu.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Name:</span></strong> Veyle Holden<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Location:</span></strong> Omega, Afterlife<br><strong><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size">Tags:</span></strong> Stephen, Gavron<br><hr><br>Veyle stayed out of the banter between Stephen and the bouncers and then followed him inside the club when it was over and they were allowed in, cutting ahead of the long lineup. It was off when he put his arm around her waist, awkward even since she was unaccustomed to such close physical contact with others, but it made sense once he'd explained why. Veyle had never had a drunken Turian - or anyone, for that matter - grab her ass before, but it didn't strike her as something that she would have any interest in trying.<br><br>Having thought that the music was loud even before breeching the doors that led into the actual club, Veyle discovered that it was in fact earsplittingly painful, giving her a headache almost instantly. The countless, multicolored neon lights were hardly much better, dazzling her and making it very difficult to concentrate on anything. Now she was actually glad for Stephen holding on to her, because it meant that she didn't need to think about where she was stepping. She'd adjusted slightly by the time that they'd stopped at the bar but was still far from comfortable. <br><br>"Why?" Veyle retorted when Stephen plainly asserted that she would have questions and that she should ask them now. "I'm not a child!" She almost had to shout to be heard over the music and thunderous bass filling Afterlife, and it was pretty obvious that Stephen's comment had gotten her defensive. <br><br>It bothered her for several reasons. For starters, he was actually correct, Veyle did have questions. The trouble was that she didn't know exactly what they were, or even what they should be. She'd wanted to leave the Citadel and get out into the real world, but now that she was there, she felt lost and didn't want to admit it. Worse still, Veyle hated the feeling of being read or studied. The past eight years of her life had been nothing but scientists, psychologists and military personnel wanting to study her, while in turn she tried to fabricate a second personality for them so that she could give away as little as possible about her real self, so it was a tug of war that she was more than sick of.<br><br>A stranger cut in before the conversation could go any further. A stranger for Veyle, at least, though he clearly seemed to know Stephen, making her wonder if everybody in Afterlife or perhaps even all of Omega knew him. The Turian and Stephen didn't seem to be on amicable terms from what she could tell, but then again she was far from being an expert on such matters. He got straight to the point, though, which Veyle could appreciate.<br><br>Her first instinct was that she didn't need any sort of job, but then she started to think about it a bit more. If Veyle was going to follow through with her plans, which she most certainly was, then it could be very beneficial to have some funds of her own in case she needed them. Using the Alliance's credits for her own personal agenda would be folly - far too easy to track. If she had her own, that would be much more discreet.<br><br>Gavron's stare was enough to give her pause, however. Veyle had never seen eyes like those before. Dark, hostile...wanton. She felt like her privacy was being invaded just from his gaze, like he was somehow molesting her with his eyes. Had it not been so impossibly difficult to concentrate with the music and lights, she might have reactively flung him across the club. She had to resist the urge of drawing her sword and cutting him down. It probably wouldn't be very wise, and she still wanted those credits.<br><br>"Who's the target and how much?" Veyle asked sharply, speaking before Stephen even had a chance. She stared up at the Turian with the blank, emotionless gaze that she'd mastered, hoping that it would make her seem undaunted despite the fact that her skin was crawling underneath her suit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>14-08-2013, 20:17:13</strong>
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				Name: Stephen Greyson<br>Location: Omega, Afterlife<br>Tagging: Veyle, Gavron<br><br><hr><br>Stephen had not been sure how his companion would react when she was presented with the Afterlife: But he could tell from just the slight signs she gave away that it wasn't an experience that she'd experienced and it would be nothing like she expected.&nbsp; It didn't take a genius to figure it all out though: her slight fidgeting and the fact that she'd moved in closer was about as loud an indicator that she was not in a 'comfortable' state as you could get without saying the words.<br><br>Still, she was holding up well enough: And the fact that she was even had the energy to snap back at him for asking about her queries left him more than a little shocked. He hadn't expected her to be so defensive over such a simple thing like that: what was he missing from her past? The more time that Stephen spent in Veyle's presence the more interesting she became. He was starting to attempt to conceive ideas that would probe the information about her past from her, but nothing came up. She was as Enigmatic as he could expect: even if they had met based on her showing an outburst of emotions.<br><br>Gavron's arrival put all of his focus on Veyle to the back of his mind. He had talked about Afterlife being a den of piranha but this Turian bastard was a Great fucking White. Stephen was tempted to offer his hand to shake: but that would leave one less hand to snap the Turian's neck, should it come down to it. Hearing that Daira had a job left the Human a little shocked: The last job had been less than pleasant for both parties. Sure, Stephen did his job and he got paid, but the contract had been...messy. Stephen had left with at least a few enemies and Daria had been forced to let someone who knew far too much about the inner workings of her business leave; Both whole and without swearing allegiance to the crime lord.<br><br>He opened his mouth to speak up when Veyle went ahead and signed them both up for the job without asking about the original employees opinion. Stephen did his best to smile it off in front of Gavron: even going as far as to chuckle, pull the woman closer and kiss her cheek lightly. Out of the corner of Veyle's eye she might notice the look of annoyance on Stephen's face. Taking the job had spooked him a little, but it was too late to back out.<br><br>"You heard my lovely lady. I'd hate to disappoint an ass like hers: especially one that could throw me into the opposite wall." Stephen chuckled again, mostly for Gavron's benefit. He was hiding his annoyance well: but the sudden feeling of being caught in a Snake pit was clinging to him. Gavron had not been that smart when he left Omega last time: always an uppity ass who assumed that he'd understood everything the first time. Hopefully, nothing had changed.<br><br>"Who, and how much?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 06:25:46</strong>
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				Name: Alice Hackett<br>Location: Xotlendi<br>Tags: Callius, Iliarya, Raven, Tariff<br><hr>Alice met all of the what the others said in stride, the grin only falling from her face as the scarred Warengion slithered out to them and spoke. Clearly, Alice did not like what he was saying. Hell, she looked like she was about to throw something big and heavy through a well, cybernetic muscles tensing and whirring.<br><br><strong>"And, praytell, how did you get this information <em>dear Tariff</em>?"</strong> Alice spoke, notably leaving off the naming convention of the Warengion that she clearly knew how to use from Rebecca.<strong> "These are some pretty big things you're saying. Could throw everything right into the maw of chaos. Bad juju."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>OHWceta</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 09:15:48</strong>
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				Name: Raven Hart<br>Location: Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br>Tags: Callius, Alice, Iliarya<br><hr><br>Raven took a good look at the snake before her, "I don't exactly find myself getting involved in the politics of your kind, so give me one good reason to trust you."<br><br>Raven's first thoughts were <em>"great, another exile to get stuck with"</em><br>Her tone hinted at interest in this creature's words, but Raven was rarely one to take on side-missions without the approval of her CO, except that one time when she helped a midget-Krogan steal a Turian fighter, but then again, that was authorized by the SPECTRE she just so happened to run into at the time. But his mention of Fera as well as Akkhan did well for him, as Raven was much more interested in cooperating if the person, or snake, knew just who they were dealing with. It also helped his case by not referring to her as Defiler.<br><br>"And just what exactly are you playing at here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>15-08-2013, 16:03:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Xotlendi, shuttle bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Iliarya, Raven, Tariff, Alice<br><hr>With a huge sigh Callius turned his gaze away from the Snake and walked a few steps hoping that the rest would deal with it. They somehow did, though not exactly like Callius hoped they would. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply to keep his temper down. He didn't give any of them as much as a glance as he started to talk, his voice little more than a hiss.<br><br>"Let's cut the chase. Akhan is a political enemy of you...most likely he got you your...charming title, right? Since we don't exactly look like diplomats i presume you want us to take him out or at least weaken him by lowering his troop strength. Give us what information infomation you got...and please don't tell me that 'someone wants to kill you' is all, because about everyone I know wants to kill me and i can barely tell any of you apart."<br><br>Callius hated getting drawn into politics, but dismissing him was a fault that might result in the situation going really fucked up and as much as he wanted to think otherwise he doubted that the two girls were really aware of how much trouble assassination attempts might cause, no matter how few credibility that source had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-09-2013, 11:55:23</strong>
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				<strong>NPCs:</strong> Tariff the Shamed<br><strong>Location:</strong> Warengion starship Xotlendi.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Raven, Alice, Callius and Iliarya<br><hr>Tariff scoffed at their words and turned his head to the side for a hissing spit of the warengion tongue towards the floor. His long and lithe frame raised a fair bit higher, stretching pridefully as he looked down upon those that would tarnish his honor with harsh words.<br><br>"Had you any of your mother's wit, Alice of Hackett, you would have noticed yourself. The whole ship is wrapped up in a civil war of shadows, blades and poisons. It just happens that your leader is supporting one of the sides in that war. The other side, clearly antagonized by this fact, wants her dead. You all play into that bargain. As for what I am <em>playing at</em> you know well enough to assume that I have personal gain to collect, Raven of Hart. The opening of our society towards the rest of the galaxy of course serves my purposes as a merchant of goods and information."<br><br>He finally narrowed his eyes on Callius, his large square head with the four gleaming slits descending slowly upon him.<br><br>"And I could care less for Akkhan. He gave me my name, one that I have come to take pride in. Anyone who have been named in such a way by Akkhan the Sharp takes pride in the fact that they were such an eyesore to him that he took personal interest in lowering your status. Just like Raven should take pride in being a Defiler, just like I do in being Shamed. I am not a vengeful spirit though. This is purely business..."<br><br>He straightened up and started to slither backwards into the shadows again. "Know then kheffi that Farqaz the Blooded Blade has been paid handsomely for your demise. Seek every corner for the shadows that darkens his domain and use the holy light to fight him. Beware his blades, for even a single cut can fell a Krogan and don't let up until you have cleft his head down to the neck. You have been warned, do the best you can with what you have been given."<br><br>And with that the gleaming eyes faded into the darkness.<br><br><hr><strong>NPCs:</strong> Gavron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Omega<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Veyle and Stephen<br><hr>"Straight to the point. That at least is good."<br><br>Gavron's hand shot out and grasped Veyle's chin gently as he lifted it, his eyes locking with hers for a moment before they wandered down to her pale thin neck. He held back the urge to bite into it and rip out her larynx. He gave a scoff and withdrew his hand, wiping it on the fabric of his elegant clothes.<br><br>"But it's a whole lot of talk. Those eyes haven't even seen the life drain out of a Varren..." He looked over to Stephen with the kind of look that said he didn't have the patience to play the social game with his goddamn shenanigans and jokes. "But there is a first time for everything, right? The target is a human by the name of Phillips Besk down in the human ghettos of the underbelly. He's been gathering support for some kind of revolt or some shit like that, been pulling the skins of the soles of our feet for a while now but lately he's been trying to snap our fucking leg off. We want him dead. Real damned dead and displayed for all his little shitheads to see." He looked back to Veyle with a half perverted Turian smile, but his eyes twinkled with something completely different. "I'll pay you double if she returns here with his scalp and the right eyes to prove it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Mass Effect: Retribution - IC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Galanthor</strong> on <strong>12-09-2013, 11:15:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Callius Thyron<br><strong>Location:</strong> Xotlendi, shuttle bay<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Iliarya, Raven, Tariff, Alice<br><hr>As soon as the snakes eyes fell on him, Callius deep dark eyes meet his hostile gaze, trying not to sigh. He really had a talent for making enemies. The only good thing about it was that hostilities, neither surprised nor impressed him. Also he didn't need to get along, he just needed to hear the snake out, this was purely business.<br>At the mention of "vengefull spirits" Callius' pokerface cracked a second as his mandibles flared ever so slightly. Turians had another view on spirits then most other civilisations. The very thought of a vengeful one didn't really fit into Callius believes, however there still is the point that Callius didn't understand a thing about Warengion culture either so he shouldn't think to much about it, he guessed.<br>"Told you so", Calius shrugged unimpressed, "Also...'Kheffi' is an insult right? I feel honored."<br>Starting up his omnitool Callius saw what he could find out. Sadly, it was nothing, but then again, he didn't even know there were giant space snakes until recently. The closest thing he found to Akkhan the sharp was occum's razor. Which at least found some use here.<br>"Ok...i can offer three alternatives...", he started slowly, "One: We could play safe, call Fera and wait for what happens, after all it is just one snake. Second: We see if there's truth to what he says...which would reduce us to either asking around or me hacking into the mainframe. Third: We hunt for snakes. I like third, but anything besides first will rist a diplomatic incident and Fera told me to not do that...so...i'll leave the choice to you guys."
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