ME: Malady { The Citadel }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 01:13:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210124/03e61898410d24290cfbc1abba98a9b2.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/c5FTCSv.jpg)<br></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Location:</span> <em>Serpent Nebula</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Total length (open):</span> <em>44.7 km</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Diameter (open):</span> <em>12.8 km</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><span class="bbc_u">Population:</span> <em>13.2 million</em></span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center"><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header"> Header Code</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img height=200 padding=5]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][/floatleft]<br><br>[b][font=arial black]NAME:[/font][/b] Link your profile with your name here<br>[b][font=arial black]RACE:[/font][/b] Xeno-love!<br>[b][font=arial black]OCCUPATION:[/font][/b] What's your trade?<br>[b][font=arial black]DATE:[/font][/b] Story start date is December 18th, 2174 CE<br>[b][font=arial black]WEARING:[/font][/b] Feel free to describe or link a photo if you want this info. <br>[b][font=arial black]LOCATION:[/font][/b] Where are you located, so that the others might find you.<br>[b][font=arial black]CONTENT:[/font][/b] General jist of the contents within this post. Please add trigger warnings here, if there are any.<br>[b][font=arial black]TAG:[/font][/b] Who are you speaking to?<br><br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br>[center] ___________________________________________________________[/center]<br><br><br><br></code></pre></div></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 01:25:45</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210124/8262c201712af2267f0b45a872eb4329.png)</div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/2VDYi4I.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/iDFcTUz.jpg)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/cfUCVmQ.jpg)</div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">The Citadel is the hub of all galactic races. It's known as the political, cultural, and financial capital of the Galaxy. The races of the Citadel consider it as the greatest creation from the Prothean race that became extinct over 50,000 years ago.<br><br>The Council Chambers are located at the top of the Citadel Tower. The Chambers are not open to the public, access is only granted if you have the authority, or if you're given an audience with the Citadel Council. </span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 06:09:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1er8pWl.jpg)</div>Standing this high up within the Presidium Tower, even the buzz of commuter cars and the population of thirteen million failed to penetrate the walls and irritate the ears within. But the constant flow and agitation of life could still be seen moving below, streaks of color reminiscent of insects in a swarm. The turian councilor Laiel Sparatus (https://imgur.com/unTX8vd) stood with a nagging impatience in his chest, yet his outer countenance reflected back to him with placidity and calm.<br><br>Both hands were folded behind his back, a habitual ‘parade rest’ he picked up while serving his time as Fleet Admiral with the Turian Hierarchy. In private, he allowed a finger to tap against the belly of his wrist before it was quickly stilled into submission. A few seconds of leaked frustration before all evidence was buried once again.<br><br>They would be arriving soon. Every individual out of the crew consisting of thirty-one have been briefed on their mission, but only this small fraction gathering here, now, would be informed on its true purpose. After time and deliberation, he and the rest of the council put together their list of who that should be. Those on that list were currently being escorted by representatives to these very chambers, where Laiel would take no joy in expressing the severity of their situation and its urgency. <br><br>But there is always a crisis in some form or another, isn't there? It's just wise to keep those instances secret so that everyone else might continue on with their lives, feeling as if everything was safe and in control.<br><br>The councilor, Penin, would have been a better fit for this role of the informer. It was unfortunate that the Salarian was needed elsewhere in order to oversee the last minute details regarding the preparations of the ship. No military cruiser bearing the markings of a Council species was permitted in the Terminus systems, but a research and exploration vessel could pass with little political consequence. The <em>Kalanhai</em> had only recently finished with its retrofits and was adapted to suit their needs for success. It was probably best for everyone if the reason <em>why</em> such a vessel was put together in such a short amount of time was never asked.<br><br>Laiel turned away from his reflection to face the room. It’s plush furnishings and ambient lighting could easily make one forget that they were floating in the middle of space, only meters away from a cold vacuum. Parties were hosted here, sometimes assassinations, but for today’s purpose, it would have to act as a conference room to ensure the security of the message he needed to deliver.<br><br>If he had more time, the turian would have happily crossed over to the bar and poured himself a stiff drink. But already the chamber doors were opening, and those asked to join this private audience were lead inside by their escort.<br><br>“Take a seat,” came the turian’s instruction, nodding his head in greeting to everyone as they filed in. “We'll begin soon.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 22:20:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/be/69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg/776px-69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower | Bougie Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> NPC Escort; Councilor Sparatus<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"...and you know, I've been down in docking bay 12 for most of the morning, working on one of the fleet ships.&nbsp; Soldiers can be so careless with their vehicles, man.&nbsp; The engines were all messed up, I have no idea <em>what</em> was going on there.&nbsp; That means I <em>couldn't</em> have been the one who snuck the lizards into the Emporium.&nbsp; So, you're gonna look real foolish to your bosses when they find out - Oh!"&nbsp; Jay's words cut off with surprise as the two of them walked through the door of the lounge and she noticed the councilor waiting.&nbsp; Of course, her escort had tried to <em>tell</em> her that the trip had nothing to do with any of the dozens of things she'd denied involvement in, but she hadn't listened.<br><br>Glancing around as her escort gratefully escaped, she slipped her hands into the pockets of her jacket and rocked on her feet, making a soft blurping noise by puffing out her cheek.&nbsp; Her eyes moved smoothly back around to the Turian councilor and she flashed a brief, anxious grimace of a smile.&nbsp; "Sooo...how's things?"&nbsp; Yup, this was going well.&nbsp; Deciding to follow orders, for once in her life, she wandered around to one of the cushy couches and climbed up to sit on the back with her boots planted on the seat.<br><br>Leaning forward, she propped her elbow on her thigh and her chin in her palm, eyes restlessly moving over the walls and ceiling.&nbsp; It had been all of five minutes and she couldn't be expressing her boredom more tangibly if she tried.&nbsp; Hr nose crinkled a bit as she realized the room smelled, but she couldn't figure out what the smell <em>was</em>.&nbsp; Slyly, her eyes shifted to Sparatus again and she cocked a brow, wondering if it was him.&nbsp; Sure, the councilors acted all dignified and stuff, but everyone liked the occasional hanaran steamed bun.&nbsp; Nah, the smell wasn't <em>bad</em>, just weird.&nbsp; Trying to act casually, she leeeeeaned far to the side and sniffed at the couch she was sitting on, blinking.&nbsp; Oh...it was just the Tower.&nbsp; It had a weird smell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 01:15:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aPpagoC.jpg?1)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Lia'Manah vas Alarei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725723#msg15725723)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scientist<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black environmental suit with white shawl<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Citadel Station, Presidium<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The second person to arrive in the private lounge on the Presidium was probably the single most unexpected alien to arrive, since at least some diplomats were known to have Krogan bodyguards. Clad in a black environmental suit with a white shawl wrapped her was a short, but athletic, Quarian of all things. The tell-tale shimmer of her omni-tool communications cutting out sounded as she stepped into the room, practically buzzing with excitement as she made a beeline for the Turian councilor.<br><br><strong>"Ah! Councilor Sparatus, congratulations on your promotion. Understand that it has been a while, but it is good manners none-the-less. Councilor Penin and Sur'Kesh Biologics should have sent over my credentials, yes? If not I have copies of records."</strong><br><br>Seeing a Quarian on the Presidium was rare enough, let along one that spoke rapid-fire like a Salarian, and apparently had picked up Salarian body language. At least until she abruptly snapped into Turian military stance.<br><br><strong>"Looking forward to assisting in any way necessary!"</strong><br><br>For a nearly thirty-year-old woman, she had the energy of a teenager preparing for her Pilgrimage. If it wasn't for the fact that she had apparently come highly recommended by a member of the Citadel Council she likely would've been turned away at the door. It might have been a touch rude, but when one was presented with a member of the Citadel Council, it was probably best to greet them before interacting with anyone else inside. Probably.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 01:39:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Showing up<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councilor Sparatus; Team<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Luus arrived behind his turian escort; a tall, straightfaced woman of a noble bearing that far outstripped his own. "Next time I'd love to be the one escorting <em>you</em> someplace nice. Maybe someplace with music. And dancing." The escorting turian snapped an exasperated look his way, her eyes all but threatening that she was seconds from punching him. That was basically a yes if you asked him.<br><br>He watched with a little, buzzing chuckle as she gave a stiff salute to the councilor, then lifted a hand in a wave, cheerily waggling his two fingers as she turned on her heel to leave. She gave one last look, sighed, then continued on. Oh yes, chances were high that he had a date in store when he got back from this top secret mission.<br><br>Speaking of, he next turned to the councilor, whom he gave a salute as well, though it was noticeably far less poised and respectful than the escort's had been. "It's good to see you, Laiel," he half lied as he moved to secure one of the plushest looking seats (though in truth they were all the same level of comfortable). "And," he continued as he sat, the buzzing thrum of his voice strengthening as he greeted his new allies, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 03:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Typical doctor shiek. (https://imgur.com/SZyvDUP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> First impressions<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>It would seem that the council’s inner chambers were destined to become familiar ground for Samantha; this would mark her fourth visit in the same number of days. Twisting hallways and the maze of security checks ultimately brought her to a quiet space that felt cold and empty despite its finery. Or, maybe that was just due to the impression all political figures gave her -a disconnect from the real world while touting false scripture of the betterment of civilian lives. The hospitals and research facilities she has worked in during her tenure were sterile places, but something about this room made her feel it completely void of <em>life</em>.<br><br>It was, in itself, a cold vacuum. Just a room, a tool, something used but never appreciated and devoid of thriving warmth. The couches and bar filled with refreshments were little more than empty promises. No one would take their ease here, or curl up for a quick nap on the lounge. It was a disconnected business. The walls were empty, the shelves held no mementos or marks of achievement. Even the buzz of machinery and the hum of air ducts were forced to keep their existence in check. Empty quiet.<br><br>Or, at least it was during her previous visits. For the first time, it would seem she wouldn’t have to sit alone in this room, waiting for one of the councilors to acknowledge her presence.<br><br>Samantha offered a quick smile at her attendant as thank you for the escort, the expression never quite reaching her pale blue eyes. And, just like every time before now, the Asari nodded their head in acknowledgment before turning around without another word. The door clicked closed, and the human became the fifth member of this room.<br><br>She crossed over to the seat councilor Sparatus indicated for her, and tried to look relaxed when she was everything but relaxed. Samantha pressed her palms against the top of her knees, kept her tired eyes focussed on the ground, and waited in silence with the rest of the group.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 17:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> The Big Bad Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The doors to the lounge of the inner council chambers opened with a hushed whoosh, and Arcus was met with a blast of cold air and deafening silence, which roused him from his visibly jet-lagged and tired stupor. The orders of his recall from beyond the Perseus Veil had arrived on short notice, and the Spectre had to make haste to even get back to the Citadel in a timely fashion. He had landed just a few hours ago, hours which seemed to slip by him as he made the necessary preparations to make himself presentable for a council meeting. So far, his efforts had been in vain; he still looked very much the weary traveller, and the severe expression simply completed the look. Then again, Spectres weren't valued for their elegance and amiability. <br><br>Stepping in, he dismissed his escort with a curt "Thank you,", sending the young human bowing profusely and all but fleeing from the scene. Arcus clicked his mandibles in frustration; if they were going to give him an escort, they could've at least given him someone who didn't stumble over their words every other second, and certainly not of a species that was so fleshy and pink. Alas. He turned his attention to the room, which didn't contain the three council members, much to his surprise, but a gaggle of mismatched people sitting in front of the Turian councillor. Curious. He counted an Asari, a Quarian, a Human, and three Turians, including himself. Sounds like the butt of a particularly bad joke, or the start of a really good porno.<br><br>"Ah, am I the last one to arrive?" he asked to no-one in particular, taking a seat at the forefront and centre of the room, crossing his legs and leaning back against the cushions. "Councillor," he greeted the fellow Turian, his calm voice just loud enough to carry across the room, not a hint of subservience in it. He might've been more mindful of his manners if Penin and Tevos were here, but Sparatus... well, he'd been a Spectre longer than Sparatus had been a councillor. He was more worried about his lateness to the event; it made for a bad impression when he put so much pride in his punctuality. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 23:39:58</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><br>The response toward Ja’sia’s greeting wasn’t much; councilor Sparatus remained standing, blinking his avian eyes in her direction, then slowly allowed her a nod that could very well have been kind and thoughtful -for a turian, anyway. If he was going to give a verbal response, however, this was put on hold as the quarian joined their ranks.<br><br>Lia was just as Penin said she would be, so he wasn’t flustered at her energy and enthusiasm. With a gesture for the quarian to take her seat being the only response, Sparatus crossed the room to where a great desk sat behind one of the couches. Digits moved swiftly over an active terminal, which chittered in confirmation, meaningless to anyone but him.<br><br>Then Luus entered, a face more familiar than the rest so far. The lack of respect and terse greeting was only to be expected, so Laiel didn’t rise to the bait, even as he came to the conclusion that some of the anxiety in his chest was due to this particular reunion. <div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0BcMoOA.jpg)</div><br>And then there was the human, who sat where instructed and looked just about as thrilled as he felt. She was the only other occupant in the room with a full understanding of what was going on, which gave her nervous energy. She pulled at her fingers, fidgeting and silent and no doubt tired from the long hours they’ve asked of her.<br><br>And then the Spectre completed the group. The last to arrive, but perhaps the perfect statement to the severity and weight of this situation.<br><br>Sparatus stood to his full height and began without further preamble.<br><br>“About two weeks ago, roughly a dozen humans fell ill. Since they were new arrivals to the Citadel station, most assumed it was just a natural physiological response. Acclimation to a new station, to new species they haven’t come in contact with. Only it spread at an alarming rate.”<br><br>A hologram unfolded from the console that was installed in the center of the room, offering a convenient point of view no matter which couch was claimed. Basic health readings from the humans who fell ill blinked into existence before the group. Things like the state of their health before leaving their respective planets. Updated reports mid-flight indicating very little change to the previous readings. Then there were the scans medical personnel took shortly after these people had fallen ill, a dramatic change that didn’t quite make sense.<br><br>These weren’t the signs of an illness like influenza, or even the sort of sickness that came with exposure to too much radiation. A child taking a random guess with chemistry and biology would have more logical sense than the numbers and readings scrolling across the screen.<br><br>“Stimulating the white blood cells helps, and that has been the method of treatment so far. However, the body slips into a stupor that they aren’t yet able to wake from. There are currently twenty-seven humans in restricted quarantine now. The good news? It doesn’t jump between species. Asari, Turian, and Salarian exposure have resulted in nothing more than a mild headache in some cases.”<br><br>The councilor paused here, glancing back at the nervous human who sat, <em>tap tapping</em> her heel quietly against the carpet. She was still pulling at her fingers, still focusing on the floor.<br><br>Then he returned his gaze to the others, giving in to the impulse to sigh- a dusty rattle that vibrated through his frame. “The bad news is that when not treated immediately and placed into this coma, those infected go through a bio-mutation. They change. And it’s already killed several members of the medical personnel who were researching the cause of this illness and working hard toward finding a cure. I don’t think I need to stress to you the critical importance of this situation.”<br><br>Whether for theatrics that would amplify his meaning or ‘good’ timing, it was then that the hologram adjusted it’s frame, displaying the mutation the turian implied.<br><br>He let silence fill the room for a pause, then continued. “Before we proceed, I will let you know that the following is classified. Information that is only released at a Spectre’s level.”<br><br>He nodded at Arcus with that, then wrapped up his statement. “Nothing you see here will leave this room. Is that understood?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 00:02:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/be/69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg/776px-69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower | Bougie Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> NPC Escort; Councilor Sparatus<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Bright, violet-blue eyes unabashedly examined each new arrival without fail.&nbsp; Anyone familiar with her species would not be surprised by the depth of intelligence and discernment present in her gaze, though she seemed to lack the overt dignity her people exuded.&nbsp; Grinning, she gave a soft giggle at Luus's interactions with his escort and canted her head with curiosity at the Quarian's oddly rapid speech.&nbsp; She held nothing back, it seemed, revealing her initial responses to the others openly.<br><br>When Sam joined them, she shifted a bit, brow furrowing at the wildly different attitude that the human gave off.&nbsp; Suddenly, instead of simply observing, she began to wonder what the hell all of them were doing there.&nbsp; It had to be important if they were being given private time with a council member, right?&nbsp; She didn't recognize any of the others in the room, but...then the final one came in and she felt like the temperature dropped ten degrees.<br><br>"Oh, shit..."&nbsp; Not everyone knew of every Spectre, but due to her mother and her life growing up in the Citadel, it was safe to say that Jay knew of quite a lot of them.&nbsp; While she didn't <em>know</em> any, she followed them with fascination and was the first to jump on any news of suspected Spectre activities.&nbsp; The rumours were plentiful and fascinating.&nbsp; But, there was one right in the same damn room with her.&nbsp; And she was suddenly wondering just what sort of trouble they were all there for.<br><br>She didn't have to wait long, though.&nbsp; Silently, she stared at the display as Sparatus explained the situation, only barely understanding half of the information, but catching enough to make her unconsciously slide off the back of the couch to kneel in the seat.&nbsp; The image of the infected human made her wince and grimace, arms wrapping around herself in an instinctual self-soothing hug.&nbsp; "Oh, geez...That's awful."
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 17:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> The Big Bad Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Briefing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The feeling of being watched, of the constant gazes scrutinizing his every move, was something Arcus was well accustomed to. Being a hulking mass of a Turian he was, not to mention his stygian armour and Spectre status, has numbed his reactions to such things over the years. He paid no mind to any of the people in the room; the glumly human, the hyper-active Quarian, the mercenary-looking Turian who was lounging like he owned the place— he couldn't be further from the Turian image of discipline even if he tried. He did however, spare a small glance to the Asari who stared at him as if she'd seen a ghost. A simple glance and a nod of acknowledgement, wondering if she knew him from somewhere, but that was all she would get out of the stoic Turian, for now.<br><br>Instead, his attention was fully focused on Sparatus as the councillor immediately cut through the useless preamble and briefed them on why there were here. He did not wince or look away at the sight of the sick humans; rather, he was more worried what they were doing, sitting in the same room with a human if a diesease was spreading through them like wildfire. Rumours had been circling on the frontiers about the mysterious disease on the Citadel, but seeing it first hand brought the Turian no joy.<br><br>Warily, he glanced over to the human woman, clad in typical doctor garbs, just as Sparatus mentioned that several medical personnel had died to the diesase researching it. Now even more suspicious, he wondered briefly if he should voice his concerns upon the matter, but quickly decided against it, not wanting to undermine the councillor's authority in front of these strangers. Perhaps when they were alone, he would. <br><br>So far, the information on the disease's nature had been all but alien to his untrained ears, but he listened patiently, knowing a Spectre would not be summoned to a simple pathology discussion meeting. There had to be something they needed him for, something that most likely wasn't legal or safe enough for regular soldiers. He uncrossed his arms and leaned forwards, fingers clasped under his chin. At the councillor's warning that the information was classified, probably more to the others than himself, Arcus gave a single, solemn nod, urging him on with a simple, "Of course, Councillor."<br><br>He could only assume that meant these people were all selected meticulously, that they were privy to information that was restricted to his level. And that Sparatus was asking him to trust them, whoever they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 22:42:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Showing up<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councilor Sparatus; Team<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>When Laiel got down to business, Luus finally straightened up. Temporarily. Soon he was leaning forward, fingers clasped as he watched the central hologram. His ice blue gaze would slide from it to the councilor and back during the speech, a low, rattling hum flowing from his mandbles and maw. <br><br>A deadly mystery disease affecting only humans. He knew a lot of turians who would jump with joy--maybe even hop around on those giant sticks shoved up their asses. Too many were his relatives. <br><br>He would have thought more on the matter, if not for the image that soon revealed itself, causing him to recoil and, right after, return to his leaned back position on sofa. "That's a new kind of hideous." He sighed, then his focus returned on Laiel. "Understood loud and clear. So what are we going to do about this mess?" Finally he knew why he was called here; why the councilor wanted someone trusted on hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 03:49:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aPpagoC.jpg?1)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Lia'Manah vas Alarei (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725723#msg15725723)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Quarian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Scientist<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black environmental suit with white shawl<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Citadel Station, Presidium<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>The faint glow of Lia'Manah's eyes behind her faceplate winked out in an unmistakable blink once or twice, as she stared at the data and recordings. <br><br><strong>"Best to keep things under wraps to avoid mass panic, yes. So it is a mutagenic virus of some sort? If it wasn't so horrific it would be fascinating. The sheer variety of symptoms certainly won't make dealing with it easier. White blood cell production and coma stopping the mutagenic effect is strange too. Perhaps that means neural activity is necessary for second phase. Will need to go over the data in depth."</strong><br><br>With a flick of the wrist the Quarian's omni-tool activated (In autonomous mode, since nobody short of the councilors and the spectre would have network access for the meeting) as she immediately began taking notes, while muttering under her breath rapid-fire. Combined with her white shawl, it was clear that she was here for medical expertise. Seemed to have a strong stomach too judging by how she reacted to the awful imagry.<br><br><strong>"Assume you already contacted enough specialists and obtained proper equipment? Will need at least Fleet Hospital Ship-grade medical equipment and quarantine setups for our research if handling live virus samples."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 05:00:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><br>Awful, said one. Cold calculation and unwavering acceptance from another. Luus, not to Sparatus' surprise, now had a better grasp on the situation as a whole, and he could see why he was specifically asked to join ranks on this mission. They didn't just need 'another gun'. Mercenaries were a dime a dozen. The councilor wanted someone he trusted, even if they were no longer on friendly terms. The Quarian's questions and speculation were also valid concerns, but the councilor gestured for her to hold back as he tried to reassure her. To reassure all of them.<br><br>"It's well taken care of. The ship taking you out will be well stocked and filled with top of the line equipment. You will have all of the equipment you will require. You're not being sent off in a cargo freighter, even if it's technically classified as one." He adjusted, once again standing in a more casual parade’s rest. “Finding a cure is your top priority: the humans sent some of their very best and brightest minds to forge a long-lasting alliance. I’m sure I don’t have to spell it out to anyone here what it might look like if those brilliant minds were turned to paste after we promised they would be well tended to on the safest station in the galaxy.”<br><br>Another sigh was released, this time the turian indicated the human woman with a wave of his hand as if he were suddenly exhausted from the idea of talking without a break. “Ms. Adams. If you please, why don’t you inform everyone here what exactly happens when those infected aren’t placed into a coma.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 05:06:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Typical doctor shiek. (https://imgur.com/SZyvDUP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Malady<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>For the first time since her arrival, the human seemed to blink herself back into the present, finally lifting her pale eyes from the floor to regard the faces around her. No one here was familiar, excepting the councilor of course, but that wasn’t much of a surprise considering the situation, or a comfort.<br><br>She licked her lips and straightened, adopting a more professional countenance now that she found herself the figurehead of this presentation. “The shortest version: once the individual has fallen ill, there is an aggressive four to seven day cycle that takes place inside the body." Sam’s voice held a softness that made it easy to listen to, but it didn’t quaver or give any indication of self-conscious discomfort by being suddenly thrust into the center of attention. Samantha was no stranger to speaking in front of crowds, and she had first-hand experience with this material.<br><br>The human gently pulled her lower lip between her teeth as she considered the face on the hologram before her, standing, then approaching. Well-practiced fingers moving to open files, drop folders and select the supporting information necessary for this explanation. This was supposed to be the short version. Anyone who wanted the full story would have to wait until later when they were all settled onto the ship and not pressed for time. Maybe then she would have numbed herself from some of the horrors she felt and have had some sleep.<br><br>The picture suddenly changed, showing a sickly human in a hospital bed. ‘Jessica Meyers’, or so the tag at the bottom of the screen suggested. “Day one, the otherwise healthy woman is checked into the hospital, eighteen-hours after the first symptoms.”<br><br>Another file, another picture of the same human. This time her flesh was waxy and covered in dark, muddy boils. “Day three, the cartilage in her face has started to decompose and she was showing signs of severe dehydration. Jessica’s body can’t retain enough moisture. She has become aggressive and incoherent. The hospital staff had placed restraints on her to keep her in bed since she started… biting and clawing at anyone who got close. Eventually, her thrashing exceeded her bonds and she slipped free, killing two members of the staff.”<br><br>This last photo was the most disturbing -at least for Samantha. Rather than a close-up of a broken face that seemed to melt away the humanity, it depicted a violent scene of the sick humans, twisted and knotted among themselves with jaws latched onto throats, arms, and any meaty tissue that filled their mouths. From the ruptures sprang fungi of no recognizable origin, alien even to the Asari matriarchs who were regarded as advisors amongst the council. Whatever this fungus was, it had pulled all of the moisture from these victims. Even the plant matter had died, unable to sustain itself.<br><br>Sam was more than happy to close out of the screen but was stopped by Sparatus as he lifted his hand and shook his head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 05:10:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br>“Thank you, Samantha.” The woman took her seat again, avoiding having to look at the screen any more than she had to, and returned to staring at the designated spot on the floor. The councilor picked up where she had left off.<br><br>“We know this is a fungus of some sort, but nothing on record matches any spore on the human colonies, <em>or</em> any of our own for that matter. We've stretched out our resources, followed leads, all indications are pointing to the Shrike Abyssal. We want you -all of you- to go with the team and recover samples so that a counteragent can be engineered. You have our full support, a full crew, and weapons and tools at your disposal. But the unfortunate reality is that we suspect that the Batarians are somehow involved -three years after choosing to close their embassies here on the Citadel, it’s no secret that they harbor a grudge against the humans. So, although we support you and have supplied you with the best -you'll be alone out there. No Citadel security, no military support. No backup.”<br><br>If you excluded the Krogan.<br><br>"Any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 05:21:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/be/69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg/776px-69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower | Bougie Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Group<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay flinched from the images revealed on the display, but she never looked away, her expression one of unfiltered sympathy and horror.&nbsp; Even though the medical analysis was beyond her, she understood Samantha's explanation and shuddered at the idea of a fungus overtaking a body to that degree.&nbsp; Chewing her lip, she looked to Sparatus as he asked for questions.<br><br>"So, you guys are pretty sure it's a targeted attack?&nbsp; Biological warfare, basically?&nbsp; Is there any evidence to suggest that, beyond the extreme coincidence that some random, unheard of fungus that only propagates in humans just appeared suddenly?"&nbsp; Her eyes flicked from Sparatus to Sam, brow arching slightly in curiosity.&nbsp; Her stomach was all tied up in knots, partly due to the extreme nature of the stakes, but also because she realized why she was there.&nbsp; They wanted her to pilot the ship with the weight of human relations with Citadel space, not to mention the lives of millions of humans, on its thrusters.&nbsp; That was heavy.<br><br>"I'm down, don't get me wrong.&nbsp; I'm just worried.&nbsp; Like, should we be including humans on the crew?&nbsp; I would hate for us to find this thing only for it to get loose and start infecting our people."&nbsp; She glanced at Sam, her expression one of gentle concern.&nbsp; She could only imagine the horror she would experience watching her people dying as a result of some bigoted, vengeful attack that turned them into monsters before killing them in the worst way possible.
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-01-2021, 06:17:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Typical doctor shiek. (https://imgur.com/SZyvDUP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> SCIENCE!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> All<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br><br>This time, Samantha didn’t wait for instruction. She answered the Asari first with a nod of her head, then climbed to her feet and returned to the display. “The human skin -which we call the epidermis- is designed to keep out foreign matter. It's more resilient than one might expect, even if it’s fragile in other ways. Compare us to a turian. For example; their metallic carapace has evolved over time to contain trace amounts of <em>thulium</em> in order to defend against solar radiation. While our skin doesn’t protect against radiation, something like direct contact against a fungus would only cause inflammation and irritate the skin.”<br><br>The victims were back on screen, but in a better state than in the last photo. This was clearly taken in the first stages of the infection. “Note the discoloration around the mouth, this is where the first signs of distress appear. Then follow the branching network of the circulatory system; this is where the fungus has taken root and thrives. Just before the boils surface you can see the mottling across the skin. No puncture wounds were ever found, so this has led us to believe that the fungus was somehow consumed.”<br><br>With her palm open and fingers splayed, Samantha quickly flicked through the images until she found something less gruesome. It was a simple anatomy chart, breaking down a human to all of their inner workings. Bone structure, internal organs, circulatory and nervous systems, and the various glands that supported these networks.<br><br>“Once consumed, the body can begin to fight off this foreign matter like a virus, but not at the rate that this fungus is able to take root. Each victim started off with complaints of a sore throat and inflammation of their lymph nodes. The body <em>was</em> treating it as a virus.” Back to the photos with the discoloration around the mouths. She looked at the others patiently, wondering if they made the same connection now.<br><br>“These people arrived on a turian ship. Humans have Levo-protein DNA markers. We cannot eat the same foods. There were Asari on the ship as well, and they were the ones who experienced mild headaches with no other symptoms. Blood tests showed trace amounts of this foreign matter, but it appears that the Asari’s natural talents with biotics burn it out long before it can get take root. I think it’s a little too sloppy and convenient for this to be sabotage from any of the council races, and upon examining one of the samples, we’ve found alterations to the cell structure of the fungus. It was genetically tampered with, but poorly.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>30-01-2021, 08:40:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Showing up<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councilor Sparatus; Team<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"A likely human-hating perpetrator, and all clues point to the Batarian-heavy system. I'd say this looks like a tidy solution." Whether it was as tidy as it looked was another matter, and the knitting of his chitinous brows revealed that as much entered his mind. And yet he didn't complain. Not about the implied complexity of this trip, nor the fact that Laiel of all people was asking him to go on an unsupported run into the Shrike Abyssal. He couldn't deny that the councilor was clever for hiring him on this mad--and very illegal--mission to save humans. Clever, and more than a little devious. <br><br>Luus was almost proud.<br><br>&nbsp;"I expect we'll need to employ a cover story to get on their not-so-unfriendly side. And a nice carrot to lure them with, <em>just</em> to keep them from asking too many questions."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>31-01-2021, 17:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> The Big Bad Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Briefing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Arcus was silent as he processed the information, letting the other, admittedly more technologically and medically savvy people in the room do the questioning. He did however latch onto the fact that they were being sent out on a repurposed cargo freighter— a good move, if any. With all the secrecy surrounding the whole thing, the Spectre had long suspected this would be a black operation. Better to go in meekly, rather than brandishing massive cannons starboard and portside. <br><br>His attention shifted to the glumly human as Sparatus invited her to explain the nature of the Malady, which really could've been just condensed to a fungal virus that <em>might've</em> been a targeted attack. Arcus wasn't a fan of pointing fingers, even more so of needlessly provoking the increasingly hostile Batarian race. The sloppy tampering pointed to the Batarians, sure, but it could easily have been the Krogan, who knew firsthand how devastating bio-weapons can be, or any other race, really. Although, he had to concede that only the Batarian had any significant animosity with the humans. <br><br>After she was done, the springly Asari brought up a query that strongly resonated with his own thoughts. Valid ones. "I agree," he piped up after the Asari, mandibles clicking as a tick. "Even if the disease can't be transmitted interspecies, having humans on the crew could became a liability and slow us down immensely if they were to get infected. We <em>are</em> collecting samples of the fungus." <br><br>To that, the human countered with a good explanation, saying that it only got this bad if they ate this shit. Not quite comforting, seeing as these fleshy people are quite a lot of strange things, but he kept quiet, for now. <br><br>"It's not really even a cover story, is it?" he responded casually to the other Turian. "We're just a couple of scientists wandering into Shrike Abyssal, unsupported by the Council, with only a Spectre and some hired muscle to babysit them."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>31-01-2021, 20:13:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><br>“Exactly,” Spartacus acknowledged. “Only there won’t be any highlights to the fact that there is a Spectre on board the Kalanhai. Despite your capabilities, we wish to keep this excursion as quiet as possible. For obvious reasons. Your crew will know. We will know. But if anyone else is to learn of your involvement at this point, it will likely be because they’re staring up at the barrel of your gun.” <br><br>Spectres in many ways were revered, but in other ways their presence often raised suspicions. If the Batarians caught wind of one of these elite operatives in their area, it wasn’t a far fetched theory to assume that the Spectre and those with him would all have large targets on their backs.<br><br>“The ship you will be using is of Salarian make, and we have STG operatives on board who will be masking your transmissions and covering your trail. This is a stealth operation, but since we can’t just make you invisible or erase your radiation trails, you’ll blend into the environment they expect to see and hear like static.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>31-01-2021, 21:01:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/be/69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg/776px-69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower | Bougie Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Group<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Despite the very serious subject matter, Jay's teasing, playful nature could not long be suppressed.&nbsp; She looked over at the Spectre at the mention from the turian councilor of 'subtlety, and grinned impishly.&nbsp; "Do they teach Spectres covert ops?&nbsp; I thought all you cowboys just busted in, waving your guns around and glaring down any opposition with your deadly laserbeam eyes."&nbsp; Her ultra-violet eyes twinkled with mischief as she crinkled her nose at Arcus, and then looked back to the councilor.<br><br>"When can I get my hands on the ship?&nbsp; Do you know the make and model?&nbsp; Every ship's different, you know and I like to really get to know my vessel before I settle in to fly her."&nbsp; Her face all but radiated her excitement over the prospect of getting to explore and then pilot a new ship.&nbsp; Her hands instinctively curled a bit, as if itching to settle on the controls.&nbsp; Truth was, Jay'd been getting restless since her last job.&nbsp; Space jockeys didn't do well sitting still in some station or on a planet, which was why she got up to so much trouble.&nbsp; She needed to be out there, rocketing through the endless, wondrous void of space and occasionally dodging asteroids.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 00:18:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802471378249973771/803254145678704710/6b8450ba5543baeeffa1add344fdfe95.jpg)</div><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Arcus Aurelion (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727099#msg15727099)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> The Big Bad Spectre<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> As pictured<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Briefing<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Everyone<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"For obvious reasons," he echoed the councillor with a solemn nod. He did not need to impress upon him the importance of subtlety and stealth in this particular task; Arcus was willing to bet that he was chosen for this one specifically because he was known to be clean, quiet and efficient in his work. Not what one would expect from his hulking mass and imposing appearance, but it is what it is. <br><br>Then the Asari, who he deduced was to be their pilot at this point, quipped at him with a sense of humour that reeked of earthlings. To his dismay, Arcus actually found it quite funny, and replied in the most neutral tone, "Quite to the contrary, we actually employ whatever method is best for the task at hand. Glaring with deadly laser beam eyes is reserved exclusively for talkative Asari." <br><br>Then he turned sharpy back to Sparatus, though at this point the briefing was effectively over and there were few questions of note left to ask. "It's comforting to know we will be travelling in a Salarian vessel with STG personnel on board. I assume we will need to depart soon, given the importance of this mission." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 01:26:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><br>Looking at the Asari, Sparatus gestured casually with one hand. “There will be multiple pilots for the Kalanhai in order to ease the burden of responsibility. But you, specifically, will be assigned the direct duty of delivering the crew to and from the ship when you find suitable locations to explore. This may include combat situations -but if everything works out as it should, then expect at worst turbulent flights and various atmospheric pressures or storms to contend with. Further details of your ship will be sent to your personal quarters on the ship.”<br><br>Then he continued on, wrapping up the conversation. “The Kalanhai should be ready to depart soon; your crew knows the minimum requirements of the situation, but I suggest full disclosure once you’re aboard and on your way out of the system. You’re well-stocked, with enough provisions and supplies for several months but let us hope it doesn’t take you that long. The Kalanhai is currently birthed at docking bay A104.”<br><br>He waited for any last, lingering questions, but by the way the turian was already extending his arm and gesturing towards the exit, it was clear that he was eager for them to be on their way.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 04:10:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> <acronym title="Luhss">Luus</acronym> Remiril (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329029.msg15725923#msg15725923)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Turian<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Merc<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> This (https://imgur.com/8YG6INU)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Showing up<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Councilor Sparatus; Team<br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>"Always such a pleasure to see you, Laiel," Luus would reply with a low, rattling chuckle as he lifted to his feet. It seemed all that could be prepared was prepared. And speaking of this, another thought came to mind, one that made him stop halfway to the chamber door. "I assume what I asked for is waiting for me? And untampered with? Wouldn't want things to go awry over a little sleight of hand."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 04:43:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br><br><br>Luus would have to try harder than that if he was going to be convincing, but both turians knew that that wasn’t the case. After all, it’s been years since any of them have interacted as family or even shared the same space. But in the end Luus had agreed, he was here, and he was exactly the presence needed for this job. With another inward sigh rattling around the inside of Sparatus’ skull, he found himself resisting the urge to tap frustrated talons against his forehead. “Everything you requested has been put to order. Sonon will find you and give you what you need.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2021, 20:29:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/b/be/69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg/776px-69d375cf46d771d4a792853f7bd4f4f3.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15727579#msg15727579)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Asari<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Pilot<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Black &amp; gray suit (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/7a/JayOutfit1.jpg/250px-JayOutfit1.jpg) w/ short grey jacket (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1f/82/cf/1f82cf7d807e0a3568ffbe69f4ef5aed.jpg).<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Presidium Tower | Bougie Lounge<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> Arrival<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Group<br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br>Jay's eyes widened with pleasant surprise at the turian Spectre's response, stunned for a moment before giggling and jumping up from the couch.&nbsp; "I'll keep that in mind.&nbsp; Wouldn't want to set you off and have you blowing a hole in my pretty new ship!"&nbsp; She all but skipped toward the door, clearly eager to get going.&nbsp; They'd been cooped up in the weird-smelling, stuffy room for absolutely <em>fooor-eeeeev-eeeer</em> after all, and there was a spanking new vessel for her to get to know.<br><br>As if the gravity of their mission returned to her, she paused and looked to Sam, moving closer to the human and leaning in a bit to murmur to her softly.&nbsp; "Don't you worry, Doc, we'll figure this out and save your people."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>02-02-2021, 00:06:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">NAME:</span></strong> Samantha Adams (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">RACE:</span></strong> Human<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">OCCUPATION:</span></strong> Doctor<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">WEARING:</span></strong> Typical doctor shiek. (https://imgur.com/SZyvDUP)<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">LOCATION:</span></strong> Council chambers<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">CONTENT:</span></strong> SCIENCE!<br><strong><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">TAG:</span></strong> Jay <br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><br>The presence of compassion was somewhat of a relief, one that Samantha expressed with grateful eyes. The last few days hadn’t been easy for her; those faces on the screen might have ‘just’ been humans to some of the others that occupied this room, but for Samantha, they had been long-time colleagues and close friends. Those people hadn’t deserved the fate life handed out to them, and she knew it hadn’t been a gentle or peaceful transition.<br><br>“I appreciate your empathy,” Sam spoke. “It helps.” And it did. She was eager to contribute, eager to roll up her figurative sleeves and get to work. But she couldn’t exactly say that she was looking forward to taking this trip. Space travel wasn’t <em>exactly</em> her cup of tea, but at least she had enough work laid out before her to keep her plenty distracted.<br><br>Rising to her feet, Samantha flashed the asari a sheepish grin as she made her way out the door. “So, you’ll be our pilot, huh? How likely are we to experience barrel rolls…”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { The Citadel }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-02-2021, 03:08:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/unTX8vd.jpg)</div><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210128/2dbbbdb83f81e86eb7c97538c683a9ea.png)</div><br>When the last member of this ragtag group left the inner chambers, Sparatus drummed his talons against his desk, focusing on the door which had closed behind them. There was a little more reassurance warming his guts than when this problem first began to develop; but until the crew discovered the right resources and a cure, the councilor didn’t think that his sense of unease would ever truly go away. They had the tools, the resources, and the Council’s unofficial support… “Spirits… let’s see if they manage not to airlock one another before they even arrive.”<br><br>With that thought, he decided to pour himself a drink after all.<br><br><br><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210205/0a4e836c1cf3fd76a74cd30647132414.png)</div><br><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div>
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