Mass Effect: Runner-Up's

[Spiney]

I noticed you were restarting so I'd thought I'd join.

Name:Irodax
Age: 109
Species: Krogan

Height: 7 foot 2 inches
Weight: Around 950 Kg with armour

Extent of Cybernetic and Genetic Enhancement: Cybernetic Left Hand prosthesis

Education Level: Some informal and formal tech and combat education. Tech education in mainly self taught and from experience.

Extent of Biotic Powers: none

Specialization: Combat/Tech

Personal History: You could see Irodax as the typical Krogan mercenary. But he only fights to learn, or to find something to learn from. His interest for technology has lead him around many parts of the Milky Way, the most notable being part of a few expeditions to Prothean ruins. His biggest interest is in Artificial Intelligence but is obviously squandered by its illegality. This has caused him to take interest in the Geth. Their successful adaptation to break free of their Quarian creators has forwarded him to seek out as much information about them to find out exactly how they work. And possibly reproduce them, but in a way so that they won't rebel...

[Generalno1]

Is it OK if i stick with t my old one?

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Name: Septimus Oraka Jr.
Age: 29
Species: Turian

Height: *Normal height for a Turian*
Weight: *Normal weight for a Turian*
Facial Patterns: Resembling Septimus, Nihlus, and the Turian Counciler.

Extent of Cybernetic and Genetic Enhancement: Err.... sausage?

Education Level: High

Extent of Biotic Powers: Powerful Turian Biotic

Specialization: Adept

Personal History: Son of the powerful and famed General Septimus Oraka, Septimus Jr. (Herein referred to as Sep) had an easy life growing up, since his father could provide so well. He was taught by the best teachers, and trained in combat by the best coaches. In his first year of combat training, however, he realized he wanted to be an adept. His father funded the prototype L4 surgery and he switched to biotic training. At the age of 20, Sep left his home as a powerful biotic for the Citadel with his childhood friend, Erold the Hanar.* The two are serving as mercenaries, which yes, is legal.





Yes, a hanar.

[RobotNixon]

Is it OK if i stick with t my old one?

Yes. Also, it looks like we're going to be starting on The Citadel.

[Veck]

it looks like we're going to be starting on The Citadel.

Oh, I thought we all started where we wanted. Nevermind, the Citadel was probably the best choice to start with, as it gives us the most diverse characters. Let's try and get this going everyone!

[Leyyuce]

I'll use my original character as well.

Spoiler:

Name: Gane Kall
Age: 25
Species: Turian

Height: 6'0"
Weight: 180 lbs

Extent of Cybernetic and Genetic Enhancement: N/A

Education Level: Doctorate Degree in Medicine

Extent of Biotic Powers: N/A

Specialization: Medical

Personal History: Gane Kall was born and raised on Palaven. Both of his parents were teachers, although his father served in the military beforehand. Gane completed four years of service from ages 15-19, then reentered schooling to become a doctor. He soon re-enlisted, as his practice on Palaven was unsuccesful, and he felt his skills would be useful to the military. He was assigned to a special operations group.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

So... I'll just start? Yes, that'll do...

Septimus approached Executor Venari Pallin with Erold for his next assignment. Septimus and Erold only took jobs from C-Sec unless an outsider paid very well. "What do you have for me, Pallin?"

Pallin looked up and went through his files. "For the Oraka boy? Yes. There's a quarian, Eerak'Mar vas Soran, that helped out C-Sec a while ago by gunning down a batarian slaver. The batarian was apparently a Blood Pack leader and the quarian's in deep trouble. We can't reach him, though. He's in the Zakera Ward Warehouse and programmed all of our Mechs to shoot anyone who comes near. The Blood Pack are trying to get to him through the Mechs and the maze of the warehouse. We're trying to wait out the Blood Pack, but they keep coming. We're sending you in to get the quarian out."

[RobotNixon]

Spoiler:

Yes, please go ahead and make your introductions.
Interact with each other and create a report between your characters.

I'll loop you guys into the same area eventually, but for now you have free run of The Citadel.

[Leyyuce]

Gane jogged quickly towards the C-sec offices, weaving in and out of the crowd of hundreds blocking his path, the majority of whom remained ignorant as to his military attire. Upon arrival at the Executor's desk, after a few brief words with the secretary, Gane found himself standing adjacent to a hanar and a fellow Turian, the latter whom he vaguely recognized. He offered a short greeting, then turned to face Executor Pallin, who motioned for him to wait outside of the fairly small room. He did so respectfully, and once the door had closed tightly, he moved to the far corner of the hallway he occupied. He again was reminded of his own height, or lack thereof, as a pair of Turians moved down the hallway, towards him, then entered a room to the left side.

[videogmer314]

Spoiler:

Oh come on. You guys started without me? *sigh*

I'll post my biotic human's... uhh... stuff on Thursday, since I'm doing something all day tomorrow and probably won't be able to come on here.

[Spiney]

Spoiler:

I'll put my guy in the Market District because I don't think he'll fit in, in the C-sec offices.

Irodax waited calmly for his meeting. His contact had told him that a runner would be sent to direct him to the meeting. He expected it to be a trap. In truth he didn't believe that a black market dealer had managed to get his hands on an deactivated, untouched Geth body that apparently had It's AI intact. But he would follow up on anything he could and hoped his fighting skill would get him out if things turned sour. As he waited he twiddled with his Omni-tool, calibrating the mass vectors on his Sub-machine gun. He occasionally looked up to see what other people were doing. He noticed an awful lot of humans were looking at him. He guessed a 7 foot tall Krogan sporting an Omni-tool wasn't a usual sight. But he ignored them and continued typing in vectors.

[Veck]

Spoiler:

Same as Spiney.

Kayla darted through the Zakera Ward streets, always watching for any hostile agents. She'd already had to put a bullet through one head out in the open, and she needed to avoid rusking it again. Her search was for a Turian known as Rallin, who was well known for getting money for those who needed it, very quickly. She turned a corner and spotted him typing something into a datapad.
"You," she called out as she approached him. "You're Rallin, right? I need your help, now."
The Turian looked up. "Well, hello there Miss," he replied, a playful smile crossing his mandibles. "What can I do for you?"
"I need your help," Kayla answered, not amused by the Turian's antics. "Get me some money, get me hidden, get me off this planet."
"Not so fast," he stopped her. "Before I set you up with a money maker, I'm going to need... special payment."
With that, she violently smacked him in the face and ran off. She would just find the money another way.

[Generalno1]

Spoiler:

Name:Gerdon
Age:20
Species:Salarian

Height:6'4
Weight:60KG

Extent of Cybernetic and Genetic Enhancement: Major to Neural and muscle response

Education Level:Military training at special task forces

Extent of Biotic Powers:N\A

Specialization:Stealth,Assassin

Personal History: Gerdon was born to a rich family. He grew up in luxury, but was mostly distant from his parents. he was a quiet child, with not too many friends, mostly sticking to himself. When he came of age, he paid for his Enhancement with the wealth from his parents. and immediately join the Special task forces. Some said it was because of his family's influence. but he earned it. There was no one else who could match him in Sniping. even without his enhancements, he could take out a target before they even knew they were in danger.
I'll post my Intro in a while, i just got back from school

Gerdon got off the Taxi, with his usual air of unfriendliness, which made people treat him with contempt, but leave him alone, which was the way he liked it. He was able to get through custums quickly enough, and was soon inside the Citadel, it was impressive, he had come with his father once on a trip. he was able to look around, mostly the presidium, but he knew his way around. He went to his hotel, and unpacked his gear, he would have to leave when his ship came tomorrow, untill then, he was given permission to do what he wishes. He left and went to the presidium to meet with an old friend of his father's who would provide him the going ons an the general politics.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Since I erased this by mistake, I edited it instead of quoting it, so pretend getting to the Quarian was skipped.

Septimus took the frail quarian's hand and led him away from the warehouse.

Erold went to collect their pay.

At the bar, Septimus and Eerak'Mar vas Soran sat down for a 'talk', in which one contributor was not allowed to leave.

Spoiler:

"So, Eerak, I'm curious. What is Project Homestead?"

"I'll never tell you. It's top secret within the quarian Flotilla."

"What were you sent out to find?"

"Things."

"What things?"

"The kind that will - ah, thing things."

"Where are the 29 others?"

"Certainly not on the Citadel."

"Why?"

"Our goal is not here."

"Why are you here?"

"Collecting information."

"On what?"

"Pl - uh, nothing."

"Pl, uh nothing?"

"Arrgh! If I tell you will you shut up? Fine, Project Homestead is - " His voice lowered. "Project Homestead is a secret project where thirty quarians go out and scout worlds for another place to inhabit. We believe against killing the Geth, so we want to find another perfect planet."

Septimus nodded. "It doesn't seem that bad."

Eerak snorted. "Oh yeah? Well, I'll tell you that the members of Project Homestead go out and cannot come back until they have found a planet. This is Project Homestead IV. Ninety quarians have been sent out before, and none have returned. We are the forth wave. I'm here hacking into the Citadel's Planets Codex."

[Spiney]

Irodax noticed he was being tapped on the shoulder and turned to look at the young teenager human. He seemed somewhat afraid to speak and instead motioned to Irodax to follow. After ten minutes of winding through back tunnels he entered a spacious warehouse. The boy led him through to small clearing in the boxes. There were five humans waiting for him. The boy said something to the apparent leader, was given a credit chip and ran off. "Where's the Geth?" Irodax demanded.
"Right there, all shiny and new." The leader waved his hand towards a stasis cask. The viewport clearly showed the single 'eye' of a Geth. "No a scratch on it and according to our techspert, AI completely intact."
"How much?"
"Five million Credits"
Irodax eye's widened. He didn't have five million credits and the humans knew this. Slowly they began unholstering their pistols. Irodax sighed, he didn't want to be having a gun fight next to his prize and with C-sec watching over them. The mechanics on his Left hand initiated and overload burst. Immediately all the humans weapons locked and overheated. One dropped his gun and Irodax whipped out his pistol and sent his face flying in random vectors. He rotated firing on the rest. They were dropped easily having no armour. After the battle ended he listened to see if they were heard.

Still keeping aware he inspected the cask. The internal temperature was close to absolute zero. This Geth was in deep freeze. He punched in some co-ordinates in the built in roller and followed it to his ship. Hopefully nothing else woud get in his way.

Spoiler:

Okay I'm off to school. Maybe one of you C-sec guy might wanna intercept this major contraband.

[Leyyuce]

Gane stepped into Pallin's office as the pair of mercenaries made their exit. He stood within four or five feet of the desk, his arms crossed behind his back.

"I'm going to be on the Citadel for a while, and the big guys on Palaven asked me to check in on C-Sec, make sure things were alright. I'm no investigator, but, well, you got the message, I'm sure. Just checking in." He admired the Executor's small collection of items, situated in front of him. "I see you've resorted to hiring mercenaries to do your dirty work."

Pallin leaned forward, and spoke sharply. "That's none of your business, none. I don't care who sent you here."

Gane backstepped from the small room. "I'm sure you have it under control." He knew he wasn't expected to truly dig up anything, only to gauge the Executor's reactions. Once outside, he moved down the hallway, and passed the secretary, ending up near the transit system terminal. He traveled quickly to the warehouses, chasing a lead he had picked up for his superiors, concerning Geth hardware in the area. It seemed he would be playing detective for a while.

[RobotNixon]

Officer Reagan stalked through the warehouse in a most uncouth manner.

For the past two years he had been moonlighting as a hired gun for a local mercenary group,
unbeknown to his dubious employers that he was in fact a double agent.
Using his considerable talent to straddle both sides of the law he had brought to justice over 40 criminals.
But it wasn't enough. He hadn't even made a pockmark in Tayseri Ward's substantial crime rate.

Today was even worse still. The group was on to him, and he had a feeling that if he didn't find
a way to passively break ties with the organization he was going to end up misplaced in a Keeper's protein vat.

He watched in a bemused fashion as Caleb, one of the local duct rats,
led a Krogan of seemingly above average intelligence towards one of the usual barter sites.
"Huh, must be sniffin' after those new mech parts for some Terminus gang..."

Reagan followed at a safe distance, staying mostly out of sight and finally stopping at a position a cargo crate level
above where the meeting was going to take place. Reagan watched as the young human received his payment from Tortuga,
one of the lower ranking enforcers, and ran like hell towards a public shuttle station.

"Where's the Geth?" The Krogan bellowed. Reagan watched with interest at the speed
and dexterity in which the seven foot tall reptile manipulated his omni-tool.
What was of greater interest was the word, "Geth".

"Right there, all shiny and new." Tortuga answered. He gestured towards the cargo pod, which had a distinct alien look to it.
Given Reagan's life experience thusfar, being bombarded constantly by the best and the worst
sapient life had to offer the galaxy over, that was saying something. "Not a scratch on it and according to our techspert,
AI completely intact." Tortuga continued.

The Krogan eased his tension a bit, but didn't let his guard down. He seemed relieved that his prize was in good shape,
but cutthroat bandits are still cutthroat bandits. "How much?" He inquired.

"Five million credits." Tortuga and his merry band simultaneously filled their faces with crap-eating grins.
It was obvious that the Krogan's stature did not match his bank account.

The Krogan's eyes grew with surprise, something Reagan didn't expect.
"What, no blood rage?" he softly whispered to himself.

As Tortuga and company raised their weapons, the Krogan, with blistering precision,
let loose an overload from his omni tool and gunned the entire entourage of five men down with a full clip from his pistol.
"Well, that... was impressive." Reagan whispered, swallowing his fear and unholstering his assault rifle.

He watched quietly as the Krogan keyed a command into his omni-tool and followed the alien casket back out of the barter ring.
Reagan then followed at a safe distance, resisting the urge to call for backup and blowing his cover.

[Veck]

Kayla approached her informant on her escape, a middle-aged human called Alan.
"Kayla, hi!" he cheerfully called out as she approached, dismissing his current client.
Kayla did not respond immediately. Instead, she grabbed him by the throat and threw him against the wall.
"I knew you'd do it," she said calmly. "I had a feeling you were the type to double cross me. Your intel was a lie. Every person I've tried isn't what you say they are. Why don't I just kill you now?" She pushed him over near the window edge of a skyscraper, then grabbed him, ready to throw him out. "It's not like anyone will ever know I did it. I'll be miles away."
"Please... I'll help..." the distressed human begged.
"Transfer my credits back to my omni-tool," Kayla replied, a smirk on her face. "Along with every credit you've earned this month. Point me to the nearest person that can help me, for real. And I warn you Alan," she pulled out her pistol and lined it up with his head. "I'll use your skull as target practice if you lie again."

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Eerak'Mar vas Soran and Septimus met up with Erold, and against Eerak's wishs Septimus told Erold the story.

"This one sees likes your reasoning," Erold said. "Not many other quarians would have come to the Citadel. You must think very openly to come here first." Eerak shrugged. "Yeah... sure."

Erold pulled Septimus to the side. "Septimus," He said, "I believe this is the opprotunity that we are waiting for. You kept saying you wanted a chance to get off the Citadel and be something better than a mercenary. This is our chance. We could help this young Quarian. You have the ship your father gave you, the Oraka Legacy. I doubt he has a ship; he probably rented one. Helping him would help the entire Quarian Nation, as well as giving us a chance to be something great."

[Leyyuce]

Gane followed behind Reagan, leaving an even wider amount of room between them than Reagan and the Krogan. He wasn't a master of stealth, but the additional special operations training had definetely payed off. Unfortunately, he was armed with only a low-grade pistol, and wore minimal armor; anyway could see that going in gung-ho was not an option. Gane would have to play his cards right in order to ensure things went his way. Geth hardware was of extreme importance, if his lead was correct, and he wanted to be sure not to mess things up.

Gane let the gap between him and his "guide" widen, and slipped into a lower stance, straining to keep a clear line of sight past many small and large obstacles.

[RobotNixon]

Spoiler:

Gane followed behind Reagan, leaving an even wider amount of room between them than Reagan and the Krogan. He wasn't a master of stealth, but the additional special operations training had definetely payed off. Unfortunately, he was armed with only a low-grade pistol, and wore minimal armor; anyway could see that going in gung-ho was not an option. Gane would have to play his cards right in order to ensure things went his way. Geth hardware was of extreme importance, if his lead was correct, and he wanted to be sure not to mess things up.

Gane let the gap between him and his "guide" widen, and slipped into a lower stance, straining to keep a clear line of sight past many small and large obstacles.

Where'd you come from?

Reagan ducked into a small alcove, deciding that it was probably time he called in a couple of friends.
Taking on a Krogan with an assault rifle and no power armor wasn't exactly his cup of tea.

As he fiddled with his omni-tool, a blip appeared on his visor screen.
"Well, looks like I'm not the only one stalking this Krogan."
He smiled and resumed following the Krogan, wary of the armor signature 200 feet behind him.

Spoiler:

If anyone still wants to join, you are more than welcome to.

[Leyyuce]

Spoiler:

Figured I would skip unneccesary details this time(although I am a fan), to keep things going a little. This RP rules, more people would be awesome.

As his target slipped out of his view, Gane positioned himself behind a stack of faded red containers, keeping his weapon readily available. He peeked out, saw the man moving again, waited momentarily, and fell in behind him once more. He kept his weapon pointed towards the ground, both hands gripping the handle tightly, ready to pull it up and fire at a moment's notice. He noticed a small amount of noise being generated from behind his current position, but it was very distant, so he ignored it for the time being.

[Sav]

Spoiler:

Can i be a Geth?

[RobotNixon]

Spoiler:

Can i be a Geth?

If you're speaking of the geth in the cargo pod, no. We do need more diversity in organic characters.

[Arch-Mage Matt]

Spoiler:

Can i be a Geth?

If you're speaking of the geth in the cargo pod, no. We do need more diversity in organic characters.

Mr. Nix, you may want to create something before I zip off world. I can delay a bit, but times running short the way it developed.