Mass Effect [Rp]

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IitCQCaKi3E

 

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Mass_Effect_Wiki

 

Shepard, an Alliance Commander, former N7 Operative and Spectre Agent is presumed dead along with the most advanced ship in the galaxy, the Normandy, rubble. Life continues in the Galaxy and it seems that all which Shepard had sacrificed is myth, his warnings of an invasion were dismissed as having been halted when Sovereign was destroyed.

 

The human Systems Alliance has secured its place as a member of the Council, Shepard's actions of saving the Council left them in debt, a debt to Humanity that could not be dismissed, and they had bravely and selflessly acted in defense of those who had previously scorned them.

 

The Geth have retreated to their own space, no longer controlled wholly by Sovereign but still aggressive. With the end of the threat to the galaxy, things settled and as was the way of things, timeless disputes continued as they ever had.

 

Common Regions:

Aside from the common regions, events may take place at any location in the galaxy, accessible via a mass relay and if need be FTL drives.

 

Citadel Space-

The Citadel

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Citadel

 

Omega Nebula-

Omega Station

http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Omega

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Quen Arnos had little to do other than loiter. In the Citadel's Zakera ward there were plenty of shady enough dens in the lower levels. It wasn't that he couldn't afford the nicer areas of the space station, such as the presidium, but he preferred the company of the impoverished. They were more his type.

His last kill had been a Batarian red sand smuggler held up deep in the Kithoi ward. It had netted him a decent 7000 credits, enough to last himself a few months before the next job trickled in, as it always did. Someone always wanted someone else dead.

And so he spent his days in his small ward apartment or roaming the citadel, waiting for the next contract to come.

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POHscfRZty8

 

Kais sits in his portion of the Afterlife club provided to him by Aria, six bodyguards are in the immediate area of his booth and sits with two of his lieutenants one being a Turian the other human. He begins to go over holopads of his accounts, investments and incoming and outgoing shipments of eezo, red sand and weapons in which he must either sell on the station or elsewhere in the Terminus systems. His booth is in sight of Aria and he would often give nods of courtesy knowing who is benifactor is and that he must keep her close as an ally if he is to survive especially with the Vorcha in the Blood Pack breathing down his neck and threatening his territory. He sighs looking to the center of the club

 

He then sits back and enjoys the music of the club, nodding to his two lieutenants to begin burning Vorcha operations near his territory, knowing Aria either wanted war with the Vorcha using himself as a proxy or Aria even influencing the Vorcha to fall into a trap he best start it now so he can ensure he gets the drop on the dimwitted Blood Pack. The worst he has to worry about is the Krogan Blood Pack leader, but everyone knows the last time a Krogan tried to Challenge Aria or one of her allies he was turned into the Trophy known as "The Patriarch". Kais sends out word to mercenaries, assassins and anyone willing to get their hands dirty as freelancers to help him start this war with at least the Vorcha element of the Blood Pack

[Praetor 1550]

 

 

Benjamin Nasheed / Sixty-Six

 

 

 

Omega. 

 

Benjamin clasped his hands behind his back as the cruiser approached the asteroid-capital of the Terminus systems. The sun shone dimly upon it, casting an eerie red glow into surrounding space. Even from afar it gave off an aura of danger is insalubrity that could only be found this deep in lawless space. He huffed and turned around, storing the weathered book he held back into its bookshelf and sliding on his vest. A dark and long thing, less conspicuous than normal Cerberus wear, he didn't want to stick out if he had to walk into a xeno-infested station. 

 

 

Even his personally crafted bodyguards would not be able to hold off a horde of angry mercenaries. With a flick of his wrist he activated his omni-tool and opened up a channel with both of them. "Alpha and Omega, be at airlock four in ten minutes." Fitting names, he had given them. Before Nasheed had remodelled them into his personal guards they had been two of the most efficient military personel in the organization, now they were part of experimental program Phantom and Nemisis. 

 

Benjamin took his time making it too the airlock, stepping into the filthy streets of Omega was not something he truly relished nor looked forward too. But it appeared that his precious cargo had slipped through the fingers of its guards, and he could not let it escape, not when it had so much precious data within it. 

 

The two projects met him at the airlock and nodded simultaneously. Benjamin ignored them and opened a small locker next to the door, pulling out a N-7 Hurricane and strapping it next to his personal favorite, the executioner. Oftentimes, simply pulling out such a brutal piece of machinery was enough to calm down any hotheaded thug and if it didn't, well... His gaze wandered to his two guards and a grim smile crossed his lips for a second. He had seen then in action before, absolutely lethal. The sooner he managed to understand this reaper tech, the better.

 

 

 

"Locking into docking position, clear the airlocks." said the ship VI in a calm voice. A few moments later the whole ship shuddered as magnetic locks clamped onto it and the airlocks slowlu slid open. Benjamin took a deep breath and pulled the collar of his longcoat around his neck tightly, while his guards slipped on cowled cloaks to hide their rather conspicuous armor. 

 

Time to find his cargo's guards, and track the piece of metal down.

 

[leave me alone 995]

Operative Corik

Omega

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Corik had been on this damned station for two months now. He'd made absolutely no progress towards his objective, it seemed that the local crime organizations were harder to infiltrate than it had been made out. He walked with haste through a run-down 'market' area. Looking out ahead, he spotted the armour of a Blue suns mercenary. Corik muttered a curse and turned into an alleyway. The blue suns had been hunting him for the last week, due to a mishap at one of the local clubs. Corik brought up his omni-tool and opened a map of the local area, he then figured a new route to the purgatory where he'd be meeting a local narcotics runner (the only one that had been willing to get Corik into the business). 

 

Corik rounded the final corner where he found himself standing before the purgatory. He quickly marched over to the entrance and after bribing one of the Blue Suns guards, he went inside. He saw the narcotics runner sitting at a table with one of the Asari dancers. Corik frowned and walked over to the table.

 

"Get her out of here," he grunted.

 

The narcotics runner sighed and pushed the Asari away. The runner motioned to the seat opposite him, Corik obliged and took his seat. The two began to discuss the position in the business, never once exchanging names. After a couple of heated arguments that were mostly on Corik's part, it was agreed that Corik would become a bodyguard for the several narcotic runners that found themselves going into dangerous areas. Corik and the runner shook hands, contact details were exchanged and the two parted. Corik then returned to his run-down apartment, where he awaited contact.

 

[Kickstarted and Running 965]

Omega

Afterlife

 

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Primus watched Kais from his position within the supports of the bar, watching and making notes of Kais face and his expressions as well as listening into the exchanges between Kais and various individuals who had come and gone. Primus resolved that Kais was its best means, and made contact by hacking the security of Kais omni-tool and making direct contact.

 

Coordinates were relayed to a meeting location with a warning not to set up an ambush, that Kais was being watched and foul play would be resolved through the barrel of a rifle before he could see it coming. Such things were needed precautions when dealing with organics, reassure them that they were vulnerable, no matter how important they thought themselves.

 

As Primus retreated to its shelter in the dark recesses of Omega, atop a vast spire, it began accessing systems from its jury-rigged system of stolen and recovered terminals leeching power from a nearby apartment complex which bled excess energy. With its array of systems, Primus would monitor traffic and communications on the station as well was cause system malfunctions and havoc if needed. It began to track Kais, and observe his actions for betrayal.

 

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Corik would be contacted and informed to meet at a lower docking bay, he was to provide protection for a mid-level runner making a large deal and trouble was expected. Upon arrival, a Korgan in big armor handed Corik a suit of worn-medium armor with heavy modification and grey paint as well as some dried blood stains. It was better than what he had on. As well, a bag was thrust in his hand, containing several dozen pounds of Red Sand, a notorious narcotic. As the deal went down, the buyer of the narcotic ended up killing the dealer and Corik escapes, he would not have survived a confrontation, and he would find himself in possession of several dozen pounds of an expensive  drug.

 

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Quen Arnos would be informed that a delicate contract would be available to him, however the contact will only discuss it on the Omega Station, and to meet in Afterlife.

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

Quen Arnos

Omega

 

Getting passage to Omega was easy enough with Quen's contacts. He didn't like the shady space station. There were few places he could let his guard down, and Omega wasn't one of them.

 

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He made his way past the slums and markets, slapping away the hands of many impoverished thieves. None of the scavengers on this station had any concept of stealth as the sophisticated art it was meant to be, and hence, it would take quite a bit for someone to manage to catch the Drell Assassin unaware. Though Quen could always feel eyes on him, it could be that Drell were rare, exotic, or perhaps his tailored, pop-collared coat which made him look a lot wealthier than most of the station's inhabitants.

 

Whatever the case was, he made it to Afterlife with little issue and got past the Elcor bouncer, taking a seat at the bar counter and waiting for whoever his client was to come to him with the details on his newest contract.

[Raptorious 1899]

Omega

Roy Garrel

 

 

Omega. The space-faring alien ****-pile of the Terminus systems. Not a thing about this place didn't nauseate Roy. Even the humans here made him ill. They should have been home on Earth or on Nova Terra or out on the frontiers, fighting like he was for human survival, for human supremacy. Not here, surrounded by scum like Batarians, Vorcha and even that Asari *****, Aria T'loak. Disgusting, the lot of them.

 

Though he had to tolerate it, for the mission's sake. Couldn't very well stroll into Afterlife, his Hornet blazing and aliens a-dropping. He was good, but not that good. But Nightmare cell had lost their charge. Primus, the rogue Geth. The Illusive Man would have his head on a platter if he found out. At least the Doctor had agreed to keep quiet, besides if the geth was smart, it'd be watching the chatter and would vanish into the wind if it found out more of Cerberus were coming. No, they were on their own for the time being.

 

 

As the ship pulled into the space port, a deep throbbing hum emanating from the engines as it came to a halt, Roy slipped on his Cerberus issue helmet, blinking twice as the red HUD came into effect. Hooking his M-13 Raptor onto his back alongside his Hornet, with his M-358 Talon strapped to his leg (all Cerberus issue). He primed his omni-tool as the soft spoken voice of the VI rang out in the air-lock, "Doors opening," and activated his Tactical Stealth Cloak. He would have to enter Afterlife entirely unseen. These alien lowlifes wouldn't like the sight of white and orange on their turf.

 

Moving from alleyway to alleyway, corner to corner, skycar to skycar, he moved through Omega station. His in-built stealth cloak allowing him more freedom of movement while stealthed, but still not for very long. But he was good at what he did, cloak or no. Hiding behind a Skycar, staring at the Afterlife neon sign, he activated his stealth cloak and snuck inside, past the fat Elcor bouncer, looking for the one Mercenary he could always rely on. Kais Itheni.

[Praetor 1550]

 

 

 

Omega

 

Sixty-Six

 

 

 

Benyamin checked his omni-tool and frowned, according to earth time they were a few hours off schedule. Probably a patrol or a group of pirates they had had to avoid, and of course the captain had not seen fit to inform him about such a 'minor' inconveniance. Sixty-Six had hoped to get here long before the commander of Nightmare and get a headstart on the search. The faster his cargo got to him the better, he did not trust the man's unit anymore. Not after the first incident.

 

Reaching Afterlife wasn't much of a chore, though they attracted a few strange looks with their cloaks and hidden faces. Better than an angry mob chasing them down for their association to Cerberus. With a grunt of annoyance he shoved a thin looking salarian out of his way. How he hated walking amongst so many of these creatures. They were better suited for a dissection table than normal life.

 

The trio broke through the crowd and into the open plaza before Afterlife. Much to his relief the crowds were thinner here and the lights a little brighter. His guards probably had no problem seeing in near absolute gloom, he did not have his boss' eyes though.

 

Sixty-Six leaned towards the Nemisis. "Get a high point and watch for anything suspicious. You see a threat come into the building, you tell me."

 

"Yes," she replied in the garbled, grating voice that had so quickly become characteristic of many Cerberus cybernetically enhanced soldiers. Of course, withdrawing a large part of their vocal cords and implating cables into their necks probably had something to do with it.

 

She disappeared into the shadows and Benyamin gestured to the Phantom to follow him. He caught a glimpse of her sword beneath her cloak and smiled grimly. If anything got too close to him, they were in for a bad time.

 

He walked straight up to the Elcor bouncer and brushed past some snotty human with a high pitched voice. A disgrace to the species, no doubt trying to wriggle in and gain access to the dancers. 

 

"Annoyed: Wait in line like everybody else." said the bouncer in his dull drone.

 

Benyamin lifted his longcoat slightly to reveal the Cerberus emblem, then slid a a credit chit out from a pouch clipped to his belt. If one didn't work, the other probably would. "We need to talk to someone important. Give way, alien."

 

It looked at him for a few seconds before blinking slowly and nodding, putting a large, trunk-like arm out and extending its hand. Benyamin dropped the chit into it and walked towards the door, letting it slide open before him. He took a deep breath and looked into the bowels of alien depravity. Hopefully this contact he had been provided with would be productive. A certain Kais. If all else failed, Aria would no doubt be able to provide him with something interesting.

 

He took his first steps and entered the main area, his eyes running through the crowd. He didn't like them, his bodyguard on the other hand looked perfectly calm. No surprise there.

 

[Will (TauFirewarrior) 2466]

Kais Itheni - Omega - Itheni Syndicate

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POHscfRZty8

Kais would soon hear about those seeking him, he stands from his booth looking over his balcony down to the clubs first level, he see's

a Cerberus operative. "Get him up here, Gavorn your a Turian make yourself scarce, all just good business friend." the Turian nods to Kais walking off taking with him any Alien Bodyguards and motioning other members of Kais's Organization who are human to join Kais in his booth. "Edward, get the Cerberus men up here, the spook and the suit obviously have something important to say." his human lieutenant nods going down to the main floor to gather them. The Human Criminal Lieutenant after getting them both would lead them up to Kais's private booth.

 

The Cerberus operative Benyamin would be surrounded and confronted by Itheni's human bodyguards as all the alien security were directed elsewhere. One of them would approach the two getting his scanner ready to confirm their identities and check them for any hidden weapons before sitting them down with the boss, Kais then addresses them "Gentlemen welcome to my little slice of Afterlife, can I get you anything? I have an imported twelve year old Scotch right from back on Earth, probably worth more than what either of you earn in a month but I like to treat any friend of my friend the Illusive Man to Earth like hospitality." Kais would say, sitting back down as his security chief would begin to scan the Cerberus men

[Praetor 1550]

 

 

Benjamin slid into his seat slowly, laying his clasped hands upon the top of the table and staring at the man across from him. Well dressed, he had that going for him. They were surrounded by a wall of guards and lackeys but Sixty-Six could see flocks of aliens crowded in the middle of the club, writhing like insects. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and turned back to the man.

 

Behind him, the Nemisis kept a firm grip on her monomolecular blade, held beneath her coat. Benjamin jerked a thumb in her direction. “Your guards don’t seem to have a problem being armed, I’m sure you won’t mind if I keep mine that way too.”

 

He raised a hand when the offer for scotch came up. “I have little time for pleasantries, mister Itheni. As I am sure you are aware, I did not come here to chat. A certain group of people lost cargo I...value. Cargo my employer values. It would be most beneficial for you to aid myself and my associates in this search.”

 

He lifted a hand and activated his tool, sending over a small file to Kais. Within the stream of data, one picture. A picture of the geth platform with its name above its head. “Primus.” "I am looking for this geth platform, which is currently somewhere on Omega.”

He leaned back and felt the Nemisis tense behind him as a group of aliens crowded by their booth, giggling to each other. Benjamin casually pressed a button on his wrist, releasing a thin stream of calming substances into her blood flow. It would do him no good to have her as tense when they would constantly be surrounded by aliens for the foreseeable future. He raised his eyes to Kais. “I was told you were the man to speak too, I hope you can provide.”

[Raptorious 1899]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.