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    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    It has been five years since the end of the Reaper war that ravaged the galaxy and claimed billions of lives. For the most part, the people of the galaxy have gone about trying to restore their lives to normal. Without the threat of the Reapers to hold them together, the united species are slowly drifting apart. The citadel has been rebuilt, and the mass relays repaired. Besides a few Cerberus hold outs, and the always present pirate threats, peace reigns.

    Out on the edges of the Terminus systems, something stirs. Something long thought to have been destroyed. Something that, by all rights, should no longer exist. Reports trickle back to council space, of ships disappearing, and stations failing to report in. Though many in the newfound safety of council space blame the occurences on slavers, the council wishes to put a stop to them as soon as possible. A team has been assembled, and arrives at the citadel to receive their briefing from the council.

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    What happened in/after Mass Effect 3
    - Commander Shepard activated the Crucible, destroying the Reapers, along with all synthetic life. Shepard also died aboard the Citadel, as a result of numerous injuries.

    -The Mass Relays were damaged, but quickly repaired.

    -The Citadel was rebuilt, and a memorial for commander Shepard was erected in the Presidium.

    - The Genophage was cured. Krogan population is growing at an alarming rate.

    - Councillors Valern, Tevos, and Sparatus retain their seats on the council. Admiral Steven Hackett takes the seat of the human councilor.

    - The Batarians are slowly trying to make Khar'Shan habitable again. They still blame the Alliance for the near destruction of their people.

    - The Quarians are slowly getting used to not having to live on ships, but are still confined to their environment suits. The Quarians are attempting to rebuild the Geth, but so far, have had limited success.

    -Aria T'loak retook Omega with Shepards help. The asteroid station is once again a hub for criminals and mercenary organizations.

    What happened to Shepards squadmates.
    - Tali'Zorah vas Normandy finally got her house on the homeworld, and now leads the effort to rebuild the Geth.
    -James Vega went on to join the N7 Program and became one of their most prominent members.


    -Javik. After the Reapers were destroyed, Javik simply vanished, stating he'd completed his mission of revenge. He was never seen again.

    - Garrus Vakarian returned to Palaven to oversee the rebuilding there, and root out any remaining Reaper forces.

    - Samara continued her duties as a Justiciar.

    -Liara T'soni maintains her position as the Shadow Broker.

    -Miranda Lawson now works for Liara in the same way she did the Illusive Man.

    -Jacob Taylor left military life to raise his family on the Citadel.

    -Zaeed Masani still does bounty hunting work. For those that can afford him.

    -Kasumi Goto is now one of the best thieves in the galaxy.

    -Urdnot Grunt still leads Aralak company, searching for any Reaper-augmented Rachni on and near Utukku.
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Nalah Farro made her way along the Presidium. Captain Farro, though the rank was a recent a promotion. She'd served as an Alliance marine for most of the last war. At the moment, she wore her dress blues, and was on her way to meet with the council. Why they wanted to speak to her, she wasn't entirely sure. Of course, she'd heard the vague rumours of violence in the Terminus systems. The guards standing outside the council chambers stepped aside as she approached.

    Walking out onto the walkway, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous in the face of the three councilors. She saluted, "captain Farro reporting as ordered, councilors." She said. "Captain. You've been chosen for this mission because of your outstanding service during the war." The human councilor and admiral Steven Hackett said. "I assume you've been briefed by your superiors?"

    "Minor details only,sir." She replied. "Reports of unrest in the Terminus systems." The Turian councillor nodded. "That's the gist of it. Minor uprisings have been reported on several worlds. We're not sure what's causing it. The planets in question haven't suffered any disasters or conflicts since the end of the war."

    "We're giving assigning the SSV Vancouver to you, captain. We've assembled a team of specialists from our own and various other militaries to work with you. They're going to meet you at the docks. From there, you'll head to the Terminus systems, and investigate. Good luck, captain." And just like that, the meeting was over. Nalah saluted again, and turned, making her way to the docks. She wasn't sure who her crew would be made up of, but she was interested in finding out.
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Wolfe Lowe climbed out of the taxi that had brought him to the Alliance docks, tossing a credit chip to the turian driver, before retrieving the duffel bags holding his gear from the back seat. One bag held a few of his personal belongings and a few changes of clothes while the other held his weapons and armor. Slinging one bag over each shoulder he began walking down the terminal searching for berth sixteen.

    He'd been told that the SSV Vancouver would be waiting there. Wolfe had only just been given this new assignment from his handler back at the human embassies. The Vancouver was to investigate the growing disturbances in the Terminus system and he had been chosen to go due to his extensive expertise in advanced weapons. For the forseeable future the ship would be his home, along with several other military specialists who would be taking part in the mission. He was eager to get under way and picked up his pace.

    Fourteen, Fifteen, ah, sixteen. Perfect. Ah, now who is that? Wolfe thought as he came up on the right berth and spotted a fellow officer making her way towards the boarding ramp of the Vancouver. She had short blond hair and was about average height. Quickening his steps, he fell in beside her and gave her a small smile, "Hey there. You're on the Vancouver too huh? What pos..." He noticed the Captains insignia on her collar and stopped short, "Oh sorry Ma'am. Didn't recognize you. Wolfe Lowe, reporting. Armory officer." He snapped a quick but informal salute. "Am I the first to report then?"
     

    TheArgonianDrell

    Well-Known Member
    Argus Draok glanced at the datapad in his hand. He'd arrived on the citadel only a couple of hours ago, but he'd heard of the team of specialists being assembled long before that. He assumed that the council wasn't making an effort to keep the mission classified. Though from what little he'd managed to glean, there seemed no need for it. The intel on the operation was sparse at best. Unrest had been reported in the Terminus systems, and the team was being assembled to investigate.

    He was at the docks, where the team was meeting to board the frigate SSV Vancouver. The Drell noticed a pair of humans speaking with one another, and made his way over to them. He had a single bag, which he slung over his shoulder. In it, was his rifle, the M-13 Raptor, and his side arm, along with a few other essentials. One was a tall, blonde male, with a pair of duffel bags, probably containing the mans equipment. The other was a female of average height with short dark blonde hair. Argus noticed the man perform an informal salute.

    'Ah. She must be the captain.' He thought, reaching the pair. "Greetings." He said, clasping his hands behind his back. "Argus Draok, joint Drell-Hanar military. Specialized in intelligence operations." He turned his attention to the Vancouver itself. "An impressive ship. I'd prefer quarters that are as arid as possible. Besides the standard crew, how many team members are you expecting, captain?"
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Nessus could barely steer his skycar correctly. Excitement was rippling across his membrane at such a rate that all eight of his long, muscular tentacles were shaking. He still hadn't decided if it was because he was ecstatic or terrified, and he still couldn't believe the situation he was in. Less than an hour ago he was on the Presidium chatting with his friend and fellow hanar Dalen. They were enjoying a drink at Apollo's Coffee and discussing Dalen's new shipment of hats. Nessus loved hats. Ever since he saw the first Blasto movie, which was still the best, he'd wanted to wear them. With sunglasses. He had even met Blalsto once when he was much smaller and found him a pretentious jellyfish but still respected him as an actor and icon for their people. Plus he had great taste in fashion regardless of how one looked at him.

    As they were chatting they were interrupted by a human messenger with a note for Nessus. There was a brand new Normandy class vessel, the SSV Vancouver, leaving today for its maiden voyage. The Vancouver was to undertake a mission of galactic importance and Nessus was supposed to fly it. He laughed in the human's face when he read the note, convinced it was a joke. He was a pilot in the hanar military and a very good one but he had done little more than fly cruisers on routine patrol missions since he graduated flight school six months ago. The most exciting thing he had done so far was to fly some drell marines to First Land in the Terminus Systems to babysit a rowdy space station. Most of the time it was one boring survey mission after another, broken up by helping the occasional lost civilian ship or scaring away a small pirate vessel. Compared to the horrors he had lived through during the Reaper War it was the best assignment in the galaxy.

    Now he was being asked to fly a state of the art warship as part of an elite crew for the Council. It was certain to be dangerous and the memories Nessus had spent five years trying to forget were starting to surface. But he head learnt how to control that, to let the memories surface, do their work, and then recede without breaking him. It was a skill he constantly practiced and this practice let him sleep at night. He relaxed himself and steadied his driving, choosing to be calm and focused only on what was in front of him. He would simply park his car, head to the ship, meet the crew and let things sink in.

    Soon enough Nessus parked and climbed out of his purple skycar, grabbing his pink duffle bag out of the back seat and adjusting his personal mass effect field to let him hover at his full height. He was certainly a sight to see: His purple fedora and pink rimmed Blaso sunglasses made him instantly recognizable. At six and a half feet he was tall for a hanar and much more muscular than most of his kind. His tentacles bulged with long, supple muscle and were as thick as a human's leg. He effortlessly carried his duffle with one of them and wheeled a large metal crate containing his hardsuit and guns with two others. When he used all eight tentacles he could push a skycar. A testament to his cybernetics and gene therapy and of the military training programs imposed by Javik, the Great Enkindler. Even if Javik was now only a memory he had been walking, talking proof of the hanar's religion and had made them a stronger, more assertive species.

    As he arrived at the docks he saw the ship. It really did exist and had the name VANCOUVER in large bold lettering on its surface. He hovered there for a minute, just taking it in. This was really his ship to fly, his chance to bring glory to himself and honor to his people like never before. No hanar had ever had such an honorable or importaint role so Nessus couldn't fail. He would not fail. He adjusted his hat and sunglasses and was about to step aboard when he noticed three other crew members. A human female who carried herself well, a tall human man and a drell male. He was a welcome and familiar sight that calmed Nessus down. Drell were fellow residents of Khaje, friends and neighbors to all hanar. Perhaps he and Nessus had even met somewhere. Seeing no reason to delay he floated over to introduce himself.

    "Greetings" He flashed to the drell, his translator converting his bioluminescent speech into a medium-pitch, articulate and confidant voice. (OOC: The voice of Delan, the hanar vendor on the Citadel in ME1). "This one is always happy to see one of its drell brothers on the Citadel. This one assumes you are also a crew member of this fine vessel? This one is named Nessus and it has apparently been given the honor of piloting this ship. Would you be so kind as to introduce this one to the captain so this one may introduce itself?"
     

    Madrar

    The Shadow in the Dark.
    Jared Tabor stepped out of the elevator and onto the Citadel docks. He glanced at the datapad that contained his instructions. He was to join a team of elite operatives heading out to the Terminus systems. They were investigating some mysterious occurrences out there. The information was painfully scarce. It didn't take him long to find the SSV Vancouver. The boarding ramp was extended, and a group stood around it. Or rather, two humans and a drell stood. The fourth member of the group floated. And was a hanar.

    Jared hesitated, and rechecked the name of the ship. Yes, it was definitely the frigate he was assigned to. He wondered briefly what, exactly, a hanar would be doing on the mission. He'd served with most species during the war, but he'd never seen a hanar among the special operations teams. Then he noticed the creature had an extra set of tentacles. 'Probably altered for enhanced capabilities.' He shuddered. He didn't have anything against aliens in general, but he'd seen his fair share of 'alterations' while in Cerberus.

    His thoughts went to the black and scarlet Dragoon armour stashed in his duffel bag. He'd altered the paint scheme of the armour, but kept the Cerberus insignia. It had gotten him a lot of strange looks during the war, but he'd proven himself trustworthy in dozens of battles. Plus, the short briefing on the datapad informed him he was the executive officer on the Vancouver. Essentially, the second in command, serving under the captain. He joined the group, offering a nod to the drell, hanar and the tall human male. He noticed the captains insignia on the womans uniform, and saluted. "Ma'am. Jared Tabor, reporting for duty. Special operations division.I've been assigned as your second."
     

    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    Varnius Tandros left the elevator, just behind human male with a military bearing. Having spent most of his adult life among soldiers, he knew how to recognize a soldier when he saw one. He also noticed the man wasn't wearing the typical Alliance uniform. 'Special forces, probably, then.' He decided, following the man. Varnius made his way towards the dock where the SSV Vancouver was waiting.

    He could already see a group of people standing near the boarding ramp. Two humans, three, including the newest arrival, a drell, and a hanar. 'Reminds me of the special ops days.' He mused. He felt a pang of nostalgia. Sure, the war had been hell, but at the same time,being the guy that pulled a squad of operatives out of a nasty situation made you a lot of friends.

    He glanced out at the Vancouver. The frigate was smaller than what he was used to. Sleeker, and probably a good amount faster. He took a moment to admire the Thanix cannons. The Decitius hadn't been equipped with the cannons, but Varnius had spent a fair amount of time training with Thanix guns before he'd been assigned to the cruiser. He joined the group, listening as the human he'd followed announced he was assigned to serve as the captains second in command. The man certainly looked like he was used to having people listen to him. 'Definitely special ops.' He decided. He turned to the captain, a woman of average height, and saluted. "Captain Farro? Varnius Tandros. I'll be taking charge of the guns."
     

    TheArgonianDrell

    Well-Known Member
    Argus noticed a hanar floating its way towards him. It flashed with bioluminiescence, and its translator spoke up for those that didn't have eye implants Argus did. "I am indeed on this ship. The intelligence officer.What position might you be taking?" A male human and a turian approached from the lift as well, the human introducing himself as Jared Tabor, and the other as Varnius Tandros, the main gunner. The turian seemed vaguely familiar, but-

    *Argus stumbled off the shuttle. They'd barely made it to the extraction zone on the last job. Only he and the Asari commando he'd been covering had made it off Benning. The Salarian engineer and Batarian sentinel had both died fighting the Cerberus troops. Argus gasped, wincing at the wound in his side. He hadn't felt the bullet after the medi-gel had kicked in, but now that the adrenaline was wearing off, the pain was returning. "Come on. Let's get you to the medics." A turian with dark metallic grey skin said.* "You didn't serve on the turian cruiser Decitius, did you? I remember a turian very much like you during the war. Do you remember an extraction from Benning?"
     
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    Drahkma

    Dashing Imperial Officer.
    "You didn't serve on the turian cruiser Decitius, did you? I remember a turian very much like you during the war. Do you remember an extraction from Benning?" Varnius turned to the drell. He hadn't met many of them during the war, but those he had met had been damned good at what they did. He did remember one special ops mission that had gone bad on the garden world of Benning. "Damn. Argus Draok? It's good to see you again. I thought you'd gone back to Kahje after the war and retired...or something." He glanced at the captains second, the mans' name ringing a bell, especially with meeting Draok again. "Wait a minute. Tabor? Wow, I guess they're calling up all the vets' for this op."
     

    Simus

    An Excellent Site Member
    Nessus didn't understand why the drell asked him what his role on the ship was. He had just told them all that he was the pilot. "This one just explained that it was the pilot of this fine vessel. Perhaps your ocular implants are malfunctioning? Certain brands of software can develop bugs that incorrectly translate hanar bioluminescence." Nessus actually believed that the drell either didn't hear him or had ignored him for some reason but he was too polite to say that. He continued to watch the crew and it seemed that the drell, turian and their new human XO knew each other. The turian introduced himself as Varnius Tandros and called the drell Argus Draok. Their XO was named Jared Tabor. Nessus was familiar with Argus' work and the work of his unit. This made him look forward to meeting the other two. Though a frigate pilot in practice, Nessus did have special ops training and the ship he flew, the frigate Crushing Wave, had transported and supported many special ops teams.

    "It is a pleasure to meet you Argus Draok. This one is familiar with your contributions in the Reaper War in both protecting Khaje and fighting Cerberus. It is excited to meet you as well Varnius Tandros, and Jared Tabor. This one piloted the Crushing Wave, a frigate assigned to transport and support N7 groups during the war. We even took part in the battle for Earth and were spared a great deal of damage when the Decitus was hit by a Reaper destroyer. Your sacrifice allowed us to reach our target and drop 12 operatives into a critical battle, and you saved us when our ship was shot down and overrun with husks. In fact Argus, now that this one has seen you again, it remembers you coming to its rescue after its remaining crewmates were killed. This one had ran out of thermal clips for all four of its guns and had resorted to tearing husks apart with its biotics and the claws grafted onto its hardsuit. This one thanks you for saving its life and owes you a personal debt."
     

    Andre Marek

    You can run, but you'll only die tired...
    Wolfe listened to the others reminisce with a faint grin on his lips. He hadn't had nearly as much off-world action as the others and it seemed that a few of them even knew each other from during the war. However it made sense since he had been an intelligence agent for most of his life for the BND. He probably had more experience conducting clandestine investigations than the others. Still, seeing them shake hands and talk as though to old friends made him a little envious. This is gonna be a long ass deployment. I hope these guys aren't total pricks to anyone who isn't spec ops. Wolfe thought as he pulled out a pack of gum and popped a piece in his mouth, chewing idly as he waited for the others to wrap it up. He wanted to get his things in order in the armory but he was reluctant to be the first on the ship. That honor should go to the captain.

    Wolfe didn't really have much to say to the rest of the crew so he stayed quiet as they talked among themselves. He would get to know them during the mission he was sure so until then he wouldn't be overly nosy. He smirked as thought about that. for someone whose job it had been to be nosy and pry into peoples secret lives, he wasn't much for talking or even bothering with snooping about when he was off duty. Although that didn't mean he didn't do a little healthy investigation into his coworkers whenever he got the chance. This was the special operations community after all; They would look into him, he was just returning the favor.
     

    TheArgonianDrell

    Well-Known Member
    "Ah. Apologies. I must have my mind must have been elsewhere." Argus said. He performed a small bow upon hearing he'd saved the Hanars life during the battle on Earth after Nessus' crew had been killed. "It was a pleasure, pilot Nessus." He glanced at the others around them, noting that the captain and the human with her were looking a little impatient. "I suppose we'd better get on board. This assignment will not complete itself, after all." He directed his next words to the captain, "are we expecting anyone else, ma'am?"

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    Cin'Norah stepped off the elevator and glanced around, admiring the various ships docked at the citadel. He'd seen a variety of ships during the war, but he'd only actually served on quarian vessels. A quick glance at his omni-tool confirmed that he'd been assigned to the Alliance frigate, SSV Vancouver.
    He wasn't quite sure why he'd been selected for the mission. Sure, he was a good pilot, and a great engineer, and he had some combat experience, but he was no marine.

    He'd heard of the attacks and disappearances in the Terminus systems, though he wasn't sure who, exactly was behind it. 'Then, if anybody knew what was going on, there'd be no need for this mission.' He thought. A group of people gathered around the boarding ramp of the Vancouver, a trio of humans, and several aliens. He approached the group, noting that he carried noticeably less than most of the others. His suit took care of most of his needs, and he lacked the multiple uniforms, weapons and armours that he was sure the others carried.

    He spotted the captain upon joining the group. "Captain. Cin'Norah vas Rannoch reporting for duty. I'll be your chief engineer. I'm also a decent pilot, should you need one for shuttle runs." He looked around, noticing the impatience in the others. "Um...am I late?"
     

    willowwisp

    Well-Known Member
    Alexis Rakes made her way to the docks, her bags slung over her shoulder. She'd only recently received the orders to report to the SSV Vancouver. Unlike many veterans of the war, Alexis was eager to go back on dangerous missions. She'd volunteered to after pirate gangs that had sprung up after the war. Most people thought she just hated slavers. The truth was, Alexis didn't know what else to do with herself. The men and women she'd met during the war had been fighting for their loved ones or homeworlds. She had no family left, and even five years later, Earth still looked like a warzone. She'd fought for revenge. Now that it was over, she was almost glad that there was trouble in the terminus systems.

    The frigate was docked, ramp down, and a group of assorted operatives waited near it. She joined them, noticing she wasn't the only human among the group. Two men and a woman, the female was obviously the captain."Captain. Alexis Rakes. N7 adept, fury specialization. I'm also a qualified medic. " She looked around. "I assume I'm the last to arrive?"
     

    TheShadedOne

    The Angry One
    Nalah went over a mental checklist as each member of the team arrived and stated their position. It was certainly a mixed species team, from drell to quarian being present. The pilot, apparently, was a hanar. She hadn't known hanar could do much besides float and refer to themselves in the third person. She reserved judgement on the alien until she'd had a chance to see him in action. As she waited, more of the team trickled in, finishing with the only other female, a human N7 fury. Listening to the conversation, it seemed several of the crew knew each other from the war days. Hopefully that meant they'd work well together.

    "Okay. Now that everyone's here, we can get underway." She said. She hadn't missed the impatience growing among the first to arrive. She lead the way up the ramp, excited to finally be aboard the new frigate. Her new frigate, now. Alliance crewmen milled about the ship, preparing it for departure. She lead the team to the CIC. "I assume you all know why you're here. We've been chosen as a special investigative team to find out what, exactly, is going on in the Terminus systems." She sighed, wishing she had more information to give the team. "Intel is sketchy at best, so we'll be doing our own research. Report to your stations. I'll be dropping by to speak with each of you." She turned her attention to the pilot. "Set a heading for the Terminus systems. We can discus which world we'll start at as intel comes in. Dismissed."
     

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