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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Fri Dec 09, 2011 10:39 pm

I cringed at the sudden flash of bright lights that appeared in my cell. It had been days. Maybe weeks. Didn't know they spread the meals out so long that I couldn't tell anymore. It seemed that my attempts to escape have resulted in failure. He has thought this out well..he has had to much time to think about this. Such a waste of a brilliant....who am I kidding, I should have killed him a while ago. I needed to meditate on things. I stood in the middle of the room and sat on my legs. I could feel my other senses dulling as my biotic essence wrapped around me in a dark blue cacoon of raw energy. My mind and body feeling further apart from each other the long I stayed in suspension. I took myself back to the time where I met the nuisnace who later became my savior, then I traveled further back. I went back to my time on Omega..the dark, extacy induced party trip. I was at the bar of afterlife when.....

Hello Yureka..

My mind quickly snapped back to my body fast then I could fire a throw at a target. I quickly surveyed the room only to find a blank emptiness that surrounded me. Something triggered in my mind, I knew something I had locked away was arriving...but when. I had not like what my feelings were triggering. Time would be ticking.

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Did you think I was lying?
I said I’m evil, without even trying.
Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting.
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding.
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding.
Girl, I’m a thousand years old, I’m a riddle.
Bad little boy, yes, I’m bad, but not little.


Don't you know I'm a villain, every night I'm out killin'
sending everyone running like children
I know why you're mad at me, I got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Sun Dec 11, 2011 12:39 am

=i went into some club named "Afterlife." It was just like most clubs, flashing lights, loud music, random dancing Asari, random dancing species. Seen one club, seen them all. I went over to the table where I was going to meet my contact, and, well, waited. Not long after I sat down, a Batarian walked up to me=

"You the Frozen?"

Does it look like anyone else is?

"True."

You Voluk?

"I might be. What's in it for you?"

I get payed. Now, sit, talk, and don't play games.

"Okay, okay, fine. Chill out."

=i growled at his bad pun as he sat down and began to tell me everything he knew about my target. It wasn't much, but it was something to go on=

"The target is an Elcor named Heltan-"

Wait wait wait. An Elcor?

"Yes."

You have got to be joking.

"I'm not. It's an Elcor. Deal with it."

=i glared at him under my helmet=

Fine. Continue.

"As I was saying, it's an Elcor named Heltan. He's wanted dead, no alive. He get's out free, you don't get paid. Payment will be given, from me, upon verification of death. Any questions?"

Yeah, where?

"I don't know-"

What?!

=i almost punched the Batarian right in his eyes, but calmed myself. The guards looked unhappy about me simply mucking up the decorum of the place with my mist, so I didn't want to give them a reason to throw me out. I stayed my hand, barely. I did put my Phalanx on the table, pointed at him=

Talk fast.

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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Mon Dec 12, 2011 2:01 am

After some short time from my relapse I had gained my composure. My surrounding were clear again and my legs were now standing me up straight. I felt this shiver up my spine as the lights turned off. I started to hear gunfire througt the walls that held me prisoner. I braced myself for what was bound to come through that door. So I turned around and sat on the bed and waited. I closed my eyes and followed the soft footstep that were marching around the base where I currently resided. A blinding light shone through as the metal doors opened.

Well it was simple to find you. Security...not elite. Infiltration...easy.

A tall night shaded character walked into the room and stood before me. I looked up into her eyes as they peered at me.

Why are you here.

It seemed obvious to me...Liberation.

My soul wanted to rip that face apart and paint the room in her blood...but she did get me out of this pathetic place. I stood up and stared at her. She quickly turned around and marched out the room.

Seriously..of all known sentient life in the galaxy..she would be the one to rescue me.

I followed her down the bloody mess they left in the halls. It seemed that they had handled almost everyone in the building. I soon found myself in the musky feeling of the night wind as it flew past my, the damp smell of veggitation surrounded me. I followed the person to a neaby tranport and hopped in. A nearby soldier handed me a bottle of water. I greedily drank it. The cool wispy liquid slid down my throat as I gppled it down. Before I could realise it we were in the air heading to a unkown destination. The figure turned to me with her winter like eyes.

How have you been...sister

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Did you think I was lying?
I said I’m evil, without even trying.
Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting.
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding.
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding.
Girl, I’m a thousand years old, I’m a riddle.
Bad little boy, yes, I’m bad, but not little.


Don't you know I'm a villain, every night I'm out killin'
sending everyone running like children
I know why you're mad at me, I got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere
To me, you're clear, transparent
You got a thing for me girl, its apparent
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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Sat Dec 31, 2011 4:06 pm

Nic wrote:
[A few Days later, on Illium]

I eventually found myself in a familiar place. The warehouse. Where the explosion happened. Where I got separated from the Asari. It's time I properly investigated this place. I had been to the storehouse, where my armour was located. All black, and the best that money could buy. It increased my biotic powers too. I didn't look into it though. I loved learning new things, but I get carried away with some things. So for the sake of not destroying my armor to learn it's secrets and science, I didn't try to learn the science behind my armor.

I had gotten the armor as payment for a job. The man who had hired me was impressed with me private investigation skills. So as thanks, he gave me the most up-to-date armor money could buy. I refused the offer flat out. I knew the price of the armor. It was insane. He wouldn't allow me to refuse however. He was so insistent. So nice, I've never had such a client. I guess something can be said for Turians of a noble nature.

Recovering from the explosion was quick. I had gotten to a hotel and slept for sixteen some hours after leaving the hospital. I was, however, still incredibly sore. Medi-gel can only do so much. I stood at the entrance to the warehouse where I tracked the Asari. I stood in front of what appeared to be a sewer entrance. God knows it smells like one. I figured this is where the Asari met the guards, and the guards escorted her through the sewers to the main warehouse. I slowly entered the sewer.


Xion wrote:
"We were in the slums of Illium. In all my life I had actually never been here and I am glad that I haven't. Everything was dirty, it felt as if I could catch some crazy disease from being down here too long. I couldn't let my female mind get to me, I had to be professional, I had to be prepared. I finally gained my composure and realised that we were at some some low down bar. A place for those who have lost everything.


The merc's guided me through the door and right away I could smell the mix of liquor, puke, and depression. It was dark and and the low electrical outage of the lights didn't help this place either. No matter how much they tried this place will always look like shit.

The merc's took me to the back to what appeared to be double doors and with a krogan bodyguard in front of it. The merc's said something and the krogan nodded. I passed by some sad-sack that was passed out on the floor in his own vomit...Pathetic. Behind the doors laid some stair that led down.

Why do these places always have something like this...so cliche.

I was having a special investigator moment. I remember the Asari I had followed, I looked around. I tried thinking like her, getting into her mind. It's not something that just anybody can do, it takes years of work and practice. I closed my eyes, and opened them with a new perspective. This place was dirty, the slums of Ilium, a place that wasn't tolerated by the Asari in the least bit. I knew for a fact that Asari politicians were trying to clean this place up.

I didn't walk into the sewer. I walked into a bar. It felt the same to me. Lowlifes occupied the bar, scattered around irregularly. People whose lives had hit rock bottom, or worse. The lighting was terrible. Probably for a good reason, I don't think I'd want to see what I was stepping on. I could smell the liquor, which wasn't so bad, I could probably get drunk by walking from one side of the bar to the other. I'm not even going to talk about the vomit.

I scanned the bar, it didn't appear to have any other exits. At least not at first glance, and not from where the entrance was. I ventured into the Bar and continued to search. I saw double doors at one side of the bar, a Krogan was standing nearby, he looked bored. I walked over to him. I asked him straight up where the doors led. He looked me up and down and coughed. He didn't answer. I asked him if he'd seen an Asari come through the doors recently, again he said nothing. I regarded him silently for a moment.

Finally I asked him about the clan he came from. At that he gave me a glare. It wasn't something he wanted to talk about. His armour bore no clan symbols. Nor did his flesh. A castaway perhaps? I bought him a drink, r-something or other, supposed to be a strong Krogan drink. He took it. He watched me buy it and the bar-tender pour it. I asked him again if he saw an Asari recently, he looked around before answering me. He had. She had gone through the double doors with an escort of two mercenaries. I asked if he knew the mercenaries, he did, he thought they were little pieces of shit.

It took about fifteen drinks and some tales about the battles I've fought in to get him to let me pass. He respected me for the fights I've had alone. Besting a Krogan in unarmed combat, beating down Turians and Salarians. He especially liked how I beat a Salarian to death with a pole, which I made up completely. The stair way was dark, and slightly dank. I continued my investigation.

Xion wrote:

I reached the bottom of the 3 flights of stairs that I had to trek only to find myself in large maze. It seemed that this "secret club house" was comprised of old unused sewer drains. The smell gave it away. As they led me I kept a mental map just in case I needed to make and escape. Never know when you are going to need it. After some time and distance I came upon some other stairs.

Three flights of stairs. I was underground now. I activated my flashlight on the Omni-tool. The lights were out. I wouldn't be surprised if they were knocked out when the explosion happened. Now I was in the sewers. This was an illegal entrance to the sewer. It was added after the building here was built. Someone had serious influence. I walked down the unused sewer drain, slowly, looking for evidence. I found some scraps of paper, but they were inconclusive, didn't have anything that could be useful.

Walking farther down I found another set of illegal staircases. I followed them up, as I walked up the stairs I could smell burnt material. I was getting close now.


Xion wrote:

Soo what is up with all the secrecy.

To no avail these goons were not answering, it made me what to punch them in the throat. But I held back my urge. We had arrived in what seemed to be a warehouse. Not to picky on the color though. It was big and mostly empty excluding the crates that lightly littered the floor.

I looked around. There was quite a few of Merc's in here. Seven..no eight snipers on the rafters along with the 15 merc's this guy had gathered around. If this becomes a firefight I won't stand a chance. I look around for the nearest exit. The roof seems to be the best bet and the obvious sewer exit but hopefully this won't come to that. I was urged to the center of the warehouse where there were some sitting arrangements.

My first guess was this guy was too into himself and he would obviously have a grand chair with his cliche grand chair entrance...I was right. Along came this raspy voice. Batarian...the way his voice was harsh made it easy to recognise. He turned around with his legs crossed and his hands together in a maniacal fashion. This moron had seen too many movies.

"Welcome my beautiful Xion. The rumors about you were true. I heard about my buisness partner on the news. They have no idea it was you. So can we procced?"

Of course, but first my money.

"Of course. Here are the credits you require."

I take the the suitcase of credits and put them in my bag.

Great now lets get this done with.

I walk up to the batarian and put my face level with his. I look into his eye and he looks into mind.

I could imagine her asking questions to the Mercenaries as they escorted her to the final destination. They probably didn't answer her. They probably would've been killed if they had. In the end it didn't matter. They died anyway. After heading up the stairs I came up inside the partially destroyed warehouse. I could see where the start of the blast was. It's origin. I remembered how many mercenaries had been in here. I could see the damage my biotics had done to the rafters and the stone.

Workers had come and removed some of the rubble. they couldn't do all of it to be sure. This site was still blocked off from the public. The remnants of a chair laid in the far corner, thrown there and burned, but still intact. Perhaps I could mangle some evidence from it. I noticed that there were no dead here, all the bodies had been removed. but the blood hasn't been cleaned up yet. Most of it was burned anyway, still, I could save a few and run tests.

The chair had some fibers on it, that took me half an hour to find. They were of a suit, of that I was sure. I placed them in a bag. I switched to UV light to find organic traces. I found a little on the chair, but not enough to use. I found various blood samples that I could take back to the lab to use. I had a few samples of blood, and some fibers. Better then what I thought. I also found some other things. One of which I thought was the Asari's.

Asari Police showed up, unexpectedly. They caught me, said I was trespassing and arrested me. They took me to a cell in one of the stations. While I was sitting in the cell, fully armed and armoured, a female Asari came up to my cell. She looked familiar. Xanalia. Twas a strange name, but one I remembered. We had a thing going a while back, before I left the Alliance, or Cerberus. We had dated for a few years, off and on, it was a good time. We split after we both decided it would be better for us to be friends than lovers. Now, she was on the other side of the cell from me. She was in her uniform.

I smiled, weakly, I had a lot on my mind and she saw it right away. Without speaking she left and obtained the keycard to the cell. She let me out. We talked a little bit about what's been going on and if he's heard anything about the warehouse that was destroyed. She didn't have anything new about it so I confided in her the evidence that I found. She looked at me square in the face, which was something considering she was 5'6" and I was 5'11". I told her what I knew of what had happened, I had complete trust in her. She nodded, saying that she would help me and led me to a lab to work on the identification of the fibers and blood.

After a few hours and database hopping we found a match to the fibers, and after a few more, the blood samples. The fibers were of a jacket, particularly expensive brand that had high sales to Batarians. The blood samples were of known Mercenaries how had been in prison. Tracking the mercenaries location was easy, finding their employer was another matter and another few hours waiting for a match in another database. I had fallen asleep, so Xanalia woke me up with the information ready at hand. I wasn't entirely shocked. One of them tracked back to a known suspect in a case that had gone cold. She wanted to work on it again, I said I was glad for the help, and to help. That was all we could do for the day, so I asked her out to dinner.

I had slummed around before, but I knew some really fancy places on the higher end of things. I took her to one of these fancy restaurants, you had to pay to get in and the food was expensive. High-end dining. The food was alright, I'm fine for anything, but she was impressed with my taste. She was impressed. After dinner she said I didn't need to prove anything to her. I kept silent and sort of nodded. She knew I had been slumming for a few weeks with nothing to do. She knew that my pride wouldn't let me not try to prove that I was a better person to her. But her words comforted me. Like any good friends' words would. I took her home and wished her good night. I enjoyed seeing her happy. Gave me a sense of purpose sometimes.

I looked up at the starry night and sighed. I went to my apartment, a small thing, but it did it's job. I stripped down and crawled into bed and fell asleep.

[Eight hours and thirty-seven minutes later]

I had woken up a short while ago, and had begun my daily routine. I did nine-hundred abdominal crunches, nine-hundred and fifty-seven push-ups, and five-hundred and sixty squats. It was a relatively easy exercise. I had had an operation not long back. A lengthy operation. I had scraped money together from doing odd jobs and mercenary work, and a little thieving on the side, to pay for it. The operation was one that I regretted and was grateful for. I had had my muscular system augmented, as well as the respective bones and tendons so that I wasn’t injuring myself every time I moved. I proceeded to stretch my muscles. All of them, atrophy was a terrible thing.

Today was a free day. My friend, Xanalia, would be continuing the case from here on out. She would keep me informed of any progress she made. So today was a today I had to myself, for the most part, other than eating and working out, I had no plans. Not a single one. Gah, where had my social life gone? Never-mind, I worked too much. Even in school, friends were minimal, I always focused on getting a better quality education. Always focused on my Ph.D. I must be a work-oholic.

The sun hadn’t even risen yet, It was still dark on Ilium. The morning still young. I left my apartment. I had finished stretching and my workout. I had no books to read, no computer to do whatever it is people with computers do. I had an Omni-tool and my armour and my weapons. That was all the technology I needed. I Had my armour on. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to return to my apartment. I looked around. My apartment was one room, a bed in one corner, a small fridge next to it, a table, and a chair. Nothing in the room said anything about me, other than I wasn’t home all that often. Not that the apartment was my home. I have yet to find a place to call home.

I sighed. Things would always be tough. Especially with this life style. I left the building my apartment was in. The building wasn’t much to look at. Though it was dwarfed by the buildings around it. I paid and tipped the Salarian who owned the place. God knows the man deserved it. He was old, for a Salarian, he was also one of the most respectable Salarians I’ve ever met. Next to some crazy scientist Salarian who lives on Omega. I’ve read some of his research findings. Fascinating reads, if you understand them. I tried showing them to some Alliance crewmen and they had no idea what he was saying. I think explaining it made them even more confused. I guess some people didn’t have the mind for science.

I walked toward a place I knew would be open. It wasn’t the best place, but the place served good food for cheap. I need to eat more than four-thousand K-calories a day. Yes, k-calories. I’m a biology major, so when I see “Calories” on the back of a can, I think kilo-calories. Why? Because I nutritionists “calories” is a biologists “Kilo-Calorie”. I sat down at one of the table and an Asari waitress approached me asking me what I wanted, my response made her look at me strangely. I had to eat more than four thousand kilo-calories a day, I ordered a lot food, mostly fruits and vegetables. I didn’t trust where the meat came from, unless I killed the beast myself, I wouldn’t eat it.

She brought me my 5 plates of spiced fruits and vegetables of an assorted nature. I ordered a dark human beer to go with it. She didn’t know if they had any, so she went back to ask the manager. While she did that I consumed the fruits and vegetables. She came back to five empty plates stacked on the table and me wiping my face of any food that got on me. She blinked a few times before bringing me my requested beer. I sat a the table for a while, sipping at my beer.

Mulling over my thoughts and actions over a beer was typical of me. I must’ve adopted the habit from somewhere, or it was from one of those old books I used to read and I subconsciously added them to my queue of mannerisms. It’s pretty interesting what you can do all by yourself, when you just sit and think. I thought of where I’d get my next contract. I could always head to Omega. It had a reputation for violence, and violence creates jobs for men like me. Or I could contact someone I knew about any assassination contracts, those were always interesting. Or I could contact my guy who works for the Shadow-Broker, he’s bound to have some work for me. Or I could go to the public forum, see if anyone has any standing contracts out for any mercenary to take. That seemed like my first choice.

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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Sat Dec 31, 2011 4:48 pm

=the Batarian stammered and stuttered. It was obvious he had had no experience in violence, despite his now ruined "aura of calm." He stared at the gun, then back to me, then at the gun, then back to me. Back and forth, back and forth. I thought his eyes would explode from the constant movement=

"I-I-I don-do-don't-t-t kn-know..."

And you didn't feel this was relevant because...?

"Di-did-didn't want-t-t you to-to k-k-kill me."

A wise choice, but also foolish. Do you have anyway of finding where it is?

"Yes!"

=I put the gun away and glared at him=

And what exactly are you waiting for?

=He sat there, awkwardly, shaking, obviously scared, before getting up and running off, presumably to find a bathroom or something. I just sat there, waiting. I ordered a drink and watched the Asari dance, every once in a while chuckling as the mist hit one or two of them and made them jump. To their credit, they incorporated the flinch into their routine, as well as the fog. That made it all the more enjoyable for me, watching the mist flow around their feet and reflecting the flashing lights of the club. They even incorporated a small shiver every now and then, probably not hard to fake, if it was faked, due to the fog/mist flowing around them. All in all, I thought it was very enjoyable. the guards, on the other hand, looked a bit peeved that I was messing with their atmosphere, but since I had done nothing wrong, was a paying customer, and was a Krogan in full armor with an arsenal on his back, they didn't do anything to stop me from making the mist=

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Don't walk behind me I may not lead
Don't walk in front of me I may not follow
Just walk beside me and be my friend


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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Sat Jan 07, 2012 2:41 am

=The next two days passed without much incident. I scouted the target's store, and even followed him home a few times, memorizing his route. I had to act soon though, there wasn't much time left before the Batarian attack. Still, I stayed in the motel. Say what you will about the stains on the bed sheets, but they respected a man's privacy there. While I was there, i took note of hundreds of other things happening in the area: red sand dealers were lining the streets, gangs with big guns just strolled out of stores, shaking down the owners. Slaves were traded, collars around their necks. Some were Asari, but the most prominent species, was human. Always human. Despite my mission, and my past experience with deviating from it, I still wanted nothing more than to kill those slavers, and free the slaves. No sentient life form, no matter the race or species, should be a slave=


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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Fri Jan 13, 2012 2:01 am

It has been two weeks since my aparent rescue from my sister, we chatted a bit, but nothing worth meaningfull. Just as I expected. I was staying at a base where she and her team stayed but soon I felt that it was time to leave. The monotony of this place drove me crazy. I hated it especially since she was here always in my face. So I decided to steal one of her rides and took off to the nearest port when I landed the vehicle and took off without a trace. So here I am stuck in this hell hole of a ship travelling to Omega where I knew I could make some money and a living. Everything would be great if these batarians would stop staring at me. They were second away from me turning their putred brains to mush. I decided not to get angry and make a scene so I took myself to one of the room nearby, so I could relax and sleep. Oh my how I knew what was next.

What do you want.

"You know what we want baby, there is only one reason one such as yourself goes to Omega..Why not show me and my pal here a preview."

Alright I needed to blow some steam after this stunt that they pulled, so I guess I will have some fun.

*In a sexy voice*

You caught me..haha. I would like to show some men such as yourselves my moves. Would you like to see, I do need the experience and I would love if you would watch.

=One of the batarian nudge the other in excitment=

Men...easy.

Follow meee.

I took them to a place I knew to well.

So boys why don't you stand over there while I get ready.

"This will be fun. See I told ya good luck will come our way if we go to Omega."

'You were right, I am sure glad I didn't listen to my ex..!'

I stand them by a metal door coaxing myself smoothly over to the button on the nearby wall..They were so tranced it was pathetic. I arrived at my planned place by the open button.

Bye bye boys! HAhahaha!

By the looks of their reactions they knew what was about to happen. They took out their guns.

"You bitch! Don't you dare!."

But I dare.

I charged a powerfull throw and threw it at them. They fired their guns but it was too late. I pressed the button and the doors slide open. The resulting biotic slammed them into the back of the metal room. I quicly pressed the close button and watched frivilously as they rushed to get up and escape. They were to slow. I walk up to the window and look at them.

You should have listened to your Ex..she's smart. Bye bye...

They said some harsh words in their language but it only propelled me to press the eject button more. I sadistically waved by to them as I hit the eject button. I watched as the doors to space behind them opened with them fearfully swept by the vacuum of space. I watched as the air left them as they slowly died from the exposure. Their helpless bodies gasping for air. It was peotry in a sense. With my darkishly deed done I glided back to my room and fell asunder for the trip.

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Did you think I was lying?
I said I’m evil, without even trying.
Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting.
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding.
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding.
Girl, I’m a thousand years old, I’m a riddle.
Bad little boy, yes, I’m bad, but not little.


Don't you know I'm a villain, every night I'm out killin'
sending everyone running like children
I know why you're mad at me, I got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere
To me, you're clear, transparent
You got a thing for me girl, its apparent
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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Sun Jan 15, 2012 1:36 am

= Two weeks had passed. =

I had taken a rather interesting contract, I had to act as the temporary go between for a Red Sand dealer. It wasn't a job I'd normally take, but it was something. All I had to do was bring a sample of the Red Sand to the customer, if they liked it they sent me back with some unspecified sum of money, the Dealer would then give the appropriate amount of Red Sand to me and I'd give it to the Customer. It was one of the easiest jobs I'd ever done. I didn't like that.

Jobs that are too easy often have hidden dangers that aren't immediately seeable by the guy doing to the job. I, of course, was not the average guy. I look like the kind of guy who'd you stay away from on a day to day basis. I'm not someone you bump into and have a chat. People bump into me, mutter their apologies and walk quickly away. I wasn't intimidating, at least, I didn't think so. But I felt that taking this Red Sand Job was associating myself with a stereotype. What that stereotype was, I could only guess, but that's how I felt.

The Job took a few days, but they were the most droll days in my mercenary career. If I wanted to be an errand boy I would have signed up for a postal service, or some messenger. Nevertheless the job paid well for my time, I made more on this job, since it was illegal, then most of my more challenging jobs. I still felt like I had to spend a few days cleaning myself in order to get that feeling off my conscious, and the feeling from my body.

The Red Sands job landed my on Omega. The city in an asteroid belt, and built of an asteroid. From the files I've read on Omega I knew that it was built in a mined-out husk of some metallic asteroid that was, obviously, mined for minerals. It's been a haven and meeting place, among other things I'm sure, for the scum of the scum of the galaxy. It was filled with criminals, however petty or grand, terrorists and their associated groups, general malcontents, and more. Not to mention the fact that there was no law or government on Omega. Like it's name, it was the last place you'd want to go. The chances of you being mugged entering are fairly hire, unless you look like you'd tear them to bits.

When I first arrived on Omega, to meet the man paying me for the Red Sand Job, I was approached by not one, not two, nor even three, but four Krogan. they were looking to intimidate me and score some money. I gave them a bruising, and with the the help of the Red Sand Dealer, drove them off. I wasn't really surprised that the Red Sand Dealer operated here, on Omega, it's been a hub for narcotics for as long as I can remember, which isn't very long, relatively speaking. I knew a guy who essentially struck it rich with illegal weapons trafficking. For a while there was eezo trafficking, I haven't kept up in those circles so I don't know if it does still, but there's not even a pretense of civilian government or even a legitimate military power in control of Omega, so really, if I heard about any sort of trafficking, I wouldn't be surprised.

However, I have heard that Mercenary groups have been able to instill some form of order amidst the chaos. I remember one of them, off the top of my head, an Asari syndicate run by Aria T'Loak, I have heard pretty terrible things in regards to how ruthless she runs things. I would even go as far as to say she's the ruler of Omega. Whether or not that's true, I still like to send her a favor or two, usually in the form of information. She's also the one I normally send word to if I need a job, sometimes she hooks me up, sometimes she doesn't.

Now, however, I had some free time. For the moment I decided to view Omega, go to its clubs, try and have fun. Then my Omni-tool beeped. The ID system dubbed the message classified and from the Alliance. Classified materials generally meant that it was N7. Which means my sabbatical was up and that I had to return to the program. I'll read the message later. Now, I'm going to see a contact.

=Scene=

He walks across Omega, going through the clinics filled with people caught between the crossfire of rivaling mercenary groups, whether it by Blue Suns, Eclipse, or Blood Pack it didn't matter. The people here, were passerby's. He passed by without a second glance. He followed his gut. He knew where to go. This contact wasn't difficult to find. He seldom left his home. Or is lab.

He was a Tech-expert. He specialized in upgrading software. Whether it be legal or illegal. Nicholas needed his omni-tool upgraded, for advanced hacking purposes. He also needed parameters fixed before he returned to the Alliance. He had been working undercover as a mercenary. Working undercover allowed him access to state-of-the-art weapons, and tech. It was because of his independent work that he was able to afford new Biotic implants, stronger, more stable.

The contact was in his home, as usual. The inside of the home was a mess. Old food boxes littered the floor, dirty clothes, cans, junk, it was sordid. Nicholas walked carefully around the piles of trash to get to the back room.


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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Thu Jan 19, 2012 2:47 am

-It had been... Sometime. I'd spent it looking for some sort of clue of where whatever I was looking for was. And I'd had no sucsess. This entire stupid trip... It was ridiculous. So, out of pure tired-ness, I found myself in some sort of Bar. And that was when I found myself... In a tricky situation. I was still in my bartender clothes... And there were angry Krogan wanting drinks.-

K1: Hey! You Turian! Get us a drink!

"I'm not a bartend-"

K2: Just get us a god damn drink!

"Like I said, I'm not a bart-"

K2: Get us a drink!

"I'm not a god damn Bartender here!"

-One of the Krogan stand up, walking over to me.-

K1: Get. Us. A. Drink.

"I can't -"

-That was the last thing before I hit the ground. Krogan had strong punches.-

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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Wed Feb 15, 2012 7:36 pm

=It was time to move in on the target. I had waited long enough, and the target was right where I needed him to be. After following the Elcor for two days, I learned that there was an area on his route where he would be easy to capture. I had a window of maybe 3-5 minutes, before it would be too late, and I could not afford any set-backs. So, I left the motel, after paying of course, and joined the crowd of people, after watching the target leave his shop=
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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Mon Feb 20, 2012 7:21 pm

I could feel the eccentric and techno filled aura of this asteroid in space as we neared. Omega was looking the same as always and ambient feeling that someone is watching you. I enjoyed this place like a drug addict loves Hallex. This place called to me, like a warm haven in the middle of the cold solitude of space...a warm war ridden haven. A smile came upon me as I thought this. I exited the ship and was soon met by the poor seeking a ray of hope...I was not one of them. A little one, human, and if my memory served correct of the human life span this one was a little over five. I was lenient on him since he was a child and did nothing to him as he pestered me, but my patients wore thin and I fired off a small biotic push to scare him away. I slithered my way around the area looking for some kind of taxi. After some friendly conversations with a group of turians I found out where they were. I took on deep into Omega to a place I knew all to well. I stopped on a big street full of people selling supplies that they had obtained from their trips. I walked to the far end of the street and took a right into a backstreet. My memory had not diminished from my time away. I came upon a small building, 3 stories tall with one floor underground. I walked and on the right was the reception desk, no one was there. I walked past it and met a flight of stairs. I walked up to the second floor and open a door into the hall. As I walked down the hall I could hear the families and travelers from behind their doors. I came upon my room 25E1, I opened it and looked around. My room was left unattented and bothered...which was good since it meant that nothing was stolen. I locked my door and started cleaning. After I was done I saw that I has some messages on my phone, I was too tired from the trip and instead jumped on my bed and fell asleep.

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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Wed Mar 14, 2012 3:00 am

=The target moved along his usual route back to his home, through the market sections of Omega. He had picked out a very public route, filled with people. Not that it really mattered here; On Omega, getting mugged on your way home was a daily occurrence, and it was rare to find people that would step up to defend the one getting mugged, or kidnapped, or stolen from......you get the idea. What worried me though, was the fact that there seemed to be a higher number of armed gang members along the route than before. Also, a lot of them were Batarians, with the same markings on their armor, which seemed familiar, but for the life of me I could not place=
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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Wed Mar 14, 2012 11:35 am

I had decided to walk the crowded streets of Omega. There were things I needed to do but first I had to do some shopping:armor, guns, medigel. I knew where to get these and that is where I was headed. I had found a supplier in the market for some asari based armor. It was an elcor, these slow beasts always drove me crazy, but I had to deal. After a couple minutes of his talking I paid the man his credits and had my armor sent to my place. I knew it was safe because I knew that my "neighbors" wouldn't dare steal my equipment, or I would flay them alive. As I ventured further into the markets it seemed that I entered a no-no zone. The batarians were notorious for their pirate lives and slavery. Even on Omega, they were able to do it out in the open. it sickened me but what could I do. One asari vs a couple hundred. People stayed clear of these areas in fear of becoming slaves. The bad thing was I forgot this rule and walked right into their path.

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I said I’m evil, without even trying.
Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting.
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding.
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding.
Girl, I’m a thousand years old, I’m a riddle.
Bad little boy, yes, I’m bad, but not little.


Don't you know I'm a villain, every night I'm out killin'
sending everyone running like children
I know why you're mad at me, I got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
I'm from the Nightosphere
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PostSubject: Re: The Mass Effect RP - RP   Sat Mar 17, 2012 6:54 pm

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I said I’m evil, without even trying.
Drinking the red from your heart in one sitting.
You think you've got me pegged, you must be kidding.
I raise the dead up and they do my bidding.
Girl, I’m a thousand years old, I’m a riddle.
Bad little boy, yes, I’m bad, but not little.


Don't you know I'm a villain, every night I'm out killin'
sending everyone running like children
I know why you're mad at me, I got demon eyes
and they're looking right through your anatomy
Into your deepest fears, baby, I'm not from here
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