Mass Effect RP - The Aegis Protection Firm (Accepting Applications via PM)

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[HEADING=1]Welcome to Omega.[/HEADING]

[HEADING=1]IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN JOINING, LISTEN UP.[/HEADING]

First off, DO NOT post in this thread if you are interested in joining. Instead, PM me, Chicago Ted, the GM, that you are interested.

[HEADING=1]IF YOU POST IN THIS THREAD, YOUR APPLICATION WILL BE DENIED, NO IFs, ANDs, OR BUTs. INSTEAD PM IT TO ME.[/HEADING]

Now that that's out of the way, let's get on track.

So you're interested in joining Aegis? Well, to give a summary, Aegis is a mercenary company based on Omega. It's lead by Verahl, a Batarian, and ex-Lieutenant of Aria. Deciding to retire from her employ, Verahl created the company, with a focus on running security for stores and warehouses on Omega, on top of any alternate work that could be found. Currently, Aegis has found itself its own nice little niche that it has created, earning protection money off of a small district on the bottom half of the station, mostly from the few night clubs and bars in the area, in addition to a marketplace and the housing surrounding it.

Currently the RP will be set shortly after the start of Mass Effect 2. The time will be shortly after Arch Angel's appearance and leave.
 

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There will be caps placed on certain races such as Krogan, or Quarian, so I will be pickier on any such characters, and if I'm not sufficiently "Wowed", I will reserve my right to decline them. Banned are simply not allowed. Underneath is a small layout for races:

High Cap Races:
Asari
Batarians
Humans
Salarians CAPPED
Turians

Low Cap Races:
Drell CAPPED
Krogan
Quarian

Banned Races:
Elcor
Geth
Hanar
Prothean
Volus
Vorcha
Yahg

Classes:

Soldier
Vanguard
Adept
Sentinel
Engineer
Infiltrator CAPPED

Miscellaneous:

1) Krogans can only be Soldiers
2) Only the following races are approved for Biotics:
- Asari
- Batarians
- Drell
- Humans
- Turians
3) Turian Biotics are now capped

Name:

Gender:

Race:

Age:

Appearance:

Class: (Any of the six from Mass Effect)

Powers: (Pick 4 class related powers)

Pre-Service Record: (Your character's history)

Psychological Profile: (Your character's personality)

Notes: (Anything else)



The Building:
The base is a converted warehouse. It has been heavily modified to include a second floor inside of it, rather than being just open space. The walls have also been fortified as to resist any explosive entry. The entrances are located in the lobby and by the workshop. The lobby has a set of double doors, while the workshop one is a larger sliding door. Each can be set into a lockdown mode to protect the base.

First Floor: Lobby, Med-Bay, Holding Cell, Range & Arena, Armoury, Workshop, Storage, Landing Pads

Lobby:
The lobby is fairly simple. The doors open and are centred with Elzara?s desk. The desk is curved, and its right side meets with the wall. The desk itself has a shelf wall blocking the surface from view from any perspective except from the back. Underneath are several monitors, and vid screens, as well as a panic button. If pressed, shutters will drop, closing on the entrance as well as the two other doors that lead to the lobby, as well as ones that will shelter the desk itself.

Med-Bay:
There is a small med-bay set up near the entrance. There are two auto-doc units set up there, in addition to a standard set up.

Holding Cell:
A holding cell is located off of the med-bay. It?s got 4 bunks set up, two on each wall, and can accommodate that many. Between the door to the med bay, and the sliding cell door, there is about four feet separating.

Range & Arena:
The range and arena is the general training area for the company. There is a wall that protects the alternate door that meets with it, connecting it to the storage area, but it is a rule to not use that unless there is either no one else in the room using it, or in an emergency. The room extends up to the roof, without being cut off by the second floor. There are windows that look down on the space from the second floor lounge. While the area is normally configured to be set up as a range, the wall that targets are set up on can be taken down, and smaller ones erected, to make it into a small arena.

Armoury:
The armoury holds most of the weapons and armour for the company. Along the outer wall, lockers are set up for each member of the company, to hold their weapons and armour. There are benches in front of the lockers, and across from them, small tables set up for maintaining weapons. There are also crates of thermal clips located in here, in addition to a couple of company weapons.

Workshop:
The workshop is the tech area of the base. There are several workbenches set up, some to maintain the Gauntlet, others for independent projects. On the floor of the workshop are a number of heavy plates. If taken out, these lead to the generator and utilities for the base. The area is very cramped, but is seldom needed to be entered; only needing to be used when something breaks.

Storage:
There are shelves, there are crates. The crates are filled with stuff. What more do you want?...

Landing Pads:
There are two landing pads that allow for aircraft to touch down. The perimeter is surrounded by a high fence that is electrified. In addition there are automated turrets set up in case of the fence being broken.

Second Floor: Lounge, Kitchen, Barracks, Washrooms & Showers, Verahl?s Office, Verahl?s Quarters, Vault

Lounge:
The lounge is made for relaxing. There are a number of couches set up here, as well as some larger vid-screens for watching television and such. There are also a number of windows set up that look down on the range & arena.

Kitchen:
The kitchen is set up in the corner. Most of the appliances and counter space is set up along the wall in the corner. There is an island counter set up for eating. The fridge is very large, and has several dishes, marked out by different colour plates, for anyone who wants a bite, and the cook is busy or wanting it quick.

Barracks:
Here, several bunks are set up, for members of the company that want to reside on the base. There are also foot lockers set up for each member as well.

Washrooms & Showers:
This is an explanation, you don?t need any more.

Verahl?s Office:
This is where the boss can normally be found. He has a large desk set up, with a couple chairs around. There are a couple couches along the wall as well, and a small bar set up.

Verahl?s Quarters:
Verahl?s private quarters.

Vault:
The vault is the most secure part of the building. There is a ladder in it that goes down from the second floor back down to the first. Only Verahl may enter it. Anything that the company needs to protect or is of high importance is stored here.

Commander: Verahl

Lieutenants: Lux, Raven, Yossar

GM: Chicago Ted

Co-GM's: Athol, axle 19
 

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Name: Audilus Prollis

Gender: Male

Race: Turian

Age: 33

Appearance: Audilus stands at 6'9 with a darker skin. One of his mandibles is scarred and there are horrid gashes across his face from his 30-feet fall. He has a red paint on the top of his eyes and underneath of his mouth that points downwards like an arrow. Audilus is noticeably thinner than most turians but he lets his biotics along with his omni-tool do most of the fighting.

Class: Sentinel

Powers: Warp, Overload, Barrier, Cyroblast

Notes: With what money Audilus had left, he spent on his new light Gladiator Armor, Edge I pistol, and Bluewire Tool.

Name: Tiron Sedenis

Gender: Male

Race: Drell

Age: 30

Appearance: Typical to most drell, Tiron is about 5? 10? with a medium build. His skin is a dark, almost black, green with a patch of reddish brown on his throat. The frills on his head and neck are highlighted with very fine bands of a bright greenish-yellow.

On duty he wears a simple but well maintained set of light armour in company colours, while off duty he can usually be found in coveralls.

Class: Engineer

Powers: Overload, Combat Drone, A.I. Hacking, Incinerate

Notes: He carries an M-6 Carnifex at all times, along with an M-9 Tempest. At his home (little more than a two bay vehicle hanger, that he lives in the corner of), he has an A-57 Mantis that he is currently trying to rebuild by himself.
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[CURRENT PROJECT STATUS: 9% COMPLETE]
An older model of the Mantis, this particular ship was in service for several decades with a number of owners, eventually making its way to Omega. After being decommissioned, it spent years in a breaker?s yard slowly being stripped of anything of value, until Tiron purchased it. By the time the drell bought it, it was little more than a tired airframe and a bare cockpit.

So far Tiron has managed to replace the on board computer, rebuild the cockpit flight controls, and replace the canopy...there is still a lot of work to due.

Name: Marcus "Raven" Flint

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 39

Appearance: Short Black Hair with beard, numerous facial scars. Wears red and black armor with Raven logo along the back. Armor is damaged and dented in numerous place from gunfire.

Class: Vanguard

Subclass: Nemesis

Powers: Lift, Throw, Barrier, Charge, and Nova

Name: Sal'rena Nar Hadran.

Gender: Female

Race: Quarian

Age: 23

Appearance: Sal'Rena stands at 155cm. Her suit is a deep red and black.

Class: Infiltrator.

Powers: Tac-Cloak, Incinerate, Sabotage, Sticky Grenade's.

Notes: Sal'Rena, or just Sal for short, uses the M-6 Cranifex, M-9 Tempest, and the M-97 Viper.

Name: Yossar Terreg
Gender: Male
Race: Turian
Age: 42
Appearance: Yossar rarely looms over any other Turians at 6'10" but he still has a decent height advantage over most of the races on Omega. He has green eyes and reddish brown scales, his face paint begins with two white lines above his eyes, each starting right on the edge of his brow scales, these lines split, then turn sharply to follow his outer head-flanges. Next, to identical lines are drawn under his eyes, and then follow the sharp angle of his cheek-bones. Finally three white lines are drawn on his chin. His center two head-flanges are cropped close to his head, giving him a forked crest.
Normally he wears either a hat or a hood when not in armor, in order to cover his biotic implants while he walks down the street. His armor is a light Armax armor production line variant, black with orange trim.
Class: Adept
Powers: Throw, Warp, Singularity, and Pull
Notes: Yossar is one of Verahl's officers, and is also the firm?s Chief Interrogation Expert.

Name: Ishk Valench

Gender:Male

Race:Salarian

Age:29

Appearance: green skin,a bit of gray mixed in giving him somewhat of a pale/off look, around his eyes and mouth they are slightly darker, giving the illusion of him always having a dirtied face. His eyes are also a dark green, though he only sports a single horn, with the other one not looking that great either, and resembles a broken pillar, chips broken off and a 2 cm piece missing from the remaining horn.

Notes: His weapons are the Viper sniper, Predator pistol, and the Locust submachine gun.

Name: Senaya T'Reya
Gender: Female
Race: Asari
Age: 331
Appearance: Senaya stands at 5'09" tall, with a somewhat dark blue skin tone and an average build. She has eschewed the usual brown uniform of an asari commando in exchange for a full suit of Kestrel Armour; the helmet has been customised to fit the head shape of an asari. The armour is coloured to fit in with the gold and black Aegis Protection Firm colour scheme.

When the armour is not necessary, she wears casual clothing, but always keeps her SMG or pistol on a hip.


Class: Infiltrator
Subclass: Commando
Powers: Incinerate, Tactical Cloak, AI Hacking, Flashbang Grenade
Weapons and Equipment: M-12 Locust Submachine Gun, M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol, Savant VII Omni-tool, Kestrel Armour as described above.


Notes: Thanks to her commando training, Senaya knows her way around the basics of hand-to-hand combat.

Name: Nicholas Kurozawa

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Age: 21

Appearance: Nicholas stands at tall at 6ft 8. He is of medium build, his body toned by his years in the military. His face is of a pale colour. He has short, spiky brown hair and eyes.

Class: Soldier

Powers: Adrenaline Rush, Concussive Shot, Disruptor Ammo, Incendiary Ammo

Notes: Nicholas also managed to scavenge enough credits during his time in the Alliance to buy himself a black, second-hand Duelist Armour as well as a Hammer Sniper Rifle I.
 

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Name: Verahl
Gender: Male
Race: Batarian
Age: 45
Appearance:
Notes: Verahl carries a Revenant torn from the hands of a defeated Krogan gang leader, that had previously set up shop in Omega.

Name: Lux
Gender: Male
Race: Krogan
Age: 407
Appearance: Lux stands at 7?2?, and weighs just over a ton in armour, typical for any Krogan. His skin is tinged with a slight pale green tone, but is dominantly grey. His crest is near pitch black. His neck has a large gash on the right side, from a bar fight he had gotten in over two centuries ago that never quite healed right. It was caused by a broken bottle that was shoved into his throat.
Class: Soldier
Powers: Fortification, Carnage, Incendiary Ammo, Frag Grenade
Notes: Lux is regarded as the company?s go to for demolitions and heavy weapons. He seldom goes into combat without at enough high explosive charges to level the battlefield.

Name: Karnak
Gender: Male
Race: Batarian
Age: 26
Appearance:
Class: Soldier
Powers: Ballistic Blades, Submission Net, Fortification, Cryo Ammo

Name: Brooks Noland
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Age: 22
Appearance:
Class: Soldier
Powers: Adrenaline Rush, Shredder Ammo, Proximity Mine, Frag Grenade
Notes: Upon arriving on Omega, Brooks spent most of his money on acquiring a set of armor that fit his own tastes. In the end, he wound up with a set made up of pieces from the Sirta Foundation, Armax Arsenal, and Kassa Fabrication, sacrificing the strength of his armour plates, for a focus on lighter plates, additional shielding, and motorized joints, in order to allow him quick maneuverability across the battlefield. Carries a Scimitar Shotgun, Tempest SMG, and Carnifex Heavy Pistol with him normally, but sometimes favours a rifle depending on the conflict they will be encountering.

Name: Izzik
Gender: Male
Race: Salarian
Age: 21
Appearance: Izzik?s skin is of a subtler red tone, that darkens towards the ends of his limbs. He stands at 5?11?, with a solid, athletic build, but still is fairly slender compared to most others in the company. The tip of his smaller, left finger is missing, lost in a firefight a couple years ago. His armour is painted mostly red, with grey lines over the chest, and running down the arms, and gold painted on the tips of his gloves and toes and also his elbows and knees.
Class: Infiltrator
Powers: Tactical Cloak, Decoy, Armor Piercing Ammo, Flashbang Grenade

Name: Kryxus Haril
Gender: Male
Race: Turian
Age: 31
Appearance: Kryxus stands at a 6?1?, with a scrawnier build compared to most Turians. His skin is a dark brown colour, and his face bears distinct white facial paint markings. He is typically seen wearing a grey flight suit, with the logo for Aegis positioned on the left side of the chest.
Position: Pilot

Name: Haley Emerson
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 32
Appearance: Haley stands 5'8 with an athletic build and short neck length auburn hair. She wears the standard aegis uniform which consists of a gray t-shirt and pants with red and gold highlights and the aegis logo prominently displayed on the left breast of the shirt.
Position: Comm?s Officer

Name: Elzara
Gender: Female
Race: Asari
Age: 112
Appearance: Elzara frequently wears lighter dresses, usually cutting off at her shoulders, with an open neckline and fits rather trim to her. Additionally she always has a fur coat on hand that is near pristinely white that gradually grows gray near roots. Her skin is of a darker blue hue, and she often compliments this by wearing some white make up, and lip stick.
Position: Secretary/Public Relations
Notes: Goes by ?Zar? or ?Zara? for short

Name: Lazzik
Gender: Male
Race: Salarian
Age: 21
Appearance: Lazzik stands at 6?2? with a fairly light build. His skin holds is of a more pronounced red, but pales around his chin and eyes. He normally wears a dark brown jacket, with a white trim.
Position: Chef & Housekeeper
Notes: Goes by ?Laz? for short

Name: Oleene
Gender: Female
Race: Asari
Age: 329
Appearance: Oleene often dresses fairly conservatively for an Asari, often appearing as those she was ready for a business meeting on Illium rather than Omega. Her outfits normally consist of darker greens or purples, with lighter tones highlighting the outfit. Her skin is of a more lighter tone for an Asari, and her face holds more shallow features, especially shown in her cheeks. She is also fairly tall, standing in at just under 6 feet.
Position: Finances
 

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Brooks:

It took Brooks a few moments to realize where he was. His head was aching, and his stomach churning. He slowly shifted his body, raising his arm, so his hand was only a few inches from his face, waving it until he could catch the subtle hints of motion in the dim light. Every part of him felt stiff, as though it had been locked in place while he had been asleep. He groaned as he lifted himself further up from the bed, and pulled the curtain that separated the bunk he had slept in with the rest of the room.

This was going to be one hell of a hangover.

It took Brooks almost ten minutes for him to pull himself from his bunk, and to the doors of the lounge. His first concern was breakfast. He hadn't bothered yet to shower, or wash his hair, still keeping the bed head he had. His clothes weren't much better. The white shirt and black pants were badly wrinkled from having been slept in through the night. Overtop though, was his worn, dark brown leather jacket. It had been Brooks's ever since he was a teenager, still even bearing the emblem of Liberty's Harvest on his left shoulder.

As he slowly made his way across the lounge towards the kitchen, he could see Lazzik grabbing something from behind him by the counter along the wall, and placing it on the island in front of him where Brooks was going to sit.

"A couple aspirin to help with the headache, a can of tupari to restore any fluids you lost," Lazzik said as Brooks approached, a smile crossing his face as he did. "And a sandwich filled with bacon just to make you feel better. I'll let you applaud me later after your migraine dies down."

Brooks smirked as he took his seat, popping the aspirin into his mouth before chasing it with a large gulp of tupari. It was a typical greeting that Lazzik would give to anyone who wasn't at their best.

"Thanks Laz," Brooks said as he took a large bite of the sandwich. He was already feeling far better than he had before. "Got anything more than tupari back there though?"

Lazzik shook his head and rolled his eyes, as he leaned back on the counter behind him. He was holding his tongue for the moment, as Brooks continued to work his way through his breakfast. Soon enough though, he'd be getting his armour on, in order to do his patrol for the day.
 

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"No point in having strong biotics if your body isn't strong enough to handle the stress. The force of the attack can only go so far." Setting into a loose stance, Raven began to pummel the heavy bag, "Charge in, hit the target hard and fast and prevent them from being a threat to you." Putting in more effort, a slight biotic field began to appear around him as his attacks continued. "Can't let myself become weak. Weakness leads to fear and fear is the great mindkiller." Hitting the bag with a short string of biotically charged strikes, he stepped back satisfied with his force. Taking a step back, he focused for a second on the line marked into the floor and charged forward, coming to a stop directly on top of it. "Still as accurate as ever. Good to know my skills are slipping." Rubbing his neck briefly, he then stood and stretched out before removing the tape that was wrapped around his hands. "Might as well let him know and get some breakfast before the new meat shows up."

Pausing briefly to crack his neck, Raven made his way from the storage room to the kitchens, he nodded to Lazzik, before slapping Brooks amiably on the back and taking his own seat at the counter. "I'll have what he's having Lazzik, need a nice quick meal before we get things started today. Satisfied, he dug into the food that was placed in front of him with gusto.
 

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The Salarian finished his habitual morning shower, one of the few places he felt he could let his guard down. Silly idea though, since many, including himself, were most vulnerable sticking to schedules, routines, and morning ones in particular. The steam filled the wash room he shared with a dozen or so other individuals, giving the slight impression of being on his people's homeworld. That thought, while nice, did nothing for his true situation. He truly hoped these personalities were above the rabble he had worked for before his joining of Aegis.

"Good,"He said to himself, basking in the residual steam leftover from his cleansing,"Good start to the day indeed."

He left the room after turning the water off and dressed in his standard clothing, nondescript, form-fitting, and as practical as he could find, all of it well-kept despite his recent plunge into squatting around the station just before his recruitment. Smelling the aroma of food waft slightly through the complex, he exited the Barracks to find a few of his new companions crowded around the kitchen. Deciding to join them and finish his required intake of calories for the day, he sat down next to two humans and inclined his head to the both of them.

"Ishk Valench,"He said, easily slowing down his pace of speech,cancelling out the machine gun pattern of many of his species"New recruit of Aegis, computers and swift enemy elimination is my field."

Turning to the Salarian chef, he simply said,"I'll take my meal now, whatever is simplest to make and fulfills my body's requirements for the morning." His arms he crossed on the table and awaited either a reply from his new peers or the man of the kitchen situated across from him.
 

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Earlier

The garage was dark and cluttered, the air tinged with a slightly oily smell, and on an old couch in the corner Tiron was fast asleep...for now. Minutes later his omni-tool sprang to life, its orange glow illuminating the twin lumps of metal that were an old A-57 gunship fuselage, and a nearly stripped air car.

Waking with a yawn, he turned on the bay overheads while struggling into a set of coveralls. "Well let's see what I can get done before I gotta go." He muttered to himself. Walking past the gunship, Tiron made his way to a cluttered workbench where a thruster from a newer A-61 lay. Well let's see if she'll run. He thought, running a power cable from the air cars eezo core, to the thruster.

Once his omni-tool showed green across the board for the engine in standby, Tiron opened one of the large roller doors that lead out to Omega's central shaft. "Alright...here we go." He said to himself, bringing the engine from standby, to idle, and then gradually applying more thrust. Five percent...ten percent...good...fif-what the! All of a sudden his readouts began spiking, and it was all Tiron could do to shut everything down before the motor fried itself. Frustrated he locked up the garage and madde his way to work.

Now

Pouring through the data from this morning's failure, Tiron was lost in thought when he stepped off the elevator to the second floor. Not even really seeing the two humans, or the salarian, at the island, he mumbled a greeting to Laz while he snagged a bottle of tupari. Drink in hand he dropped into a chair, still trying to see what went wrong. I hope Kryx gets in soon, I gotta pick his brain.
 

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Propped up in bed, Yossar stared at his data-pad while he caught up on messages that he had received last night. First there was some family news, his niece would begin active service soon. I should probably send her a present, armor mod maybe? No, Raikus will take care of that.. He began composing a message to his younger sibling Raikus, inquiring about his daughter's birthday and what would be an apt gift. Knowing about how busy his brother was around this time he could expect a response in a day or two. Next was a newsletter from Afterlife, officially he was subscribed because Afterlife was an important place in Omega; the truth was that keeping up with the club's day-to-day rumor mill was a guilty pleasure of his. The gossip was all fairly trivial, but they tended to involve very interesting people. Finally, there was a message from Turian Intelligence, asking for a report. Simply because they let him travel to the Terminus system, didn't mean they would stop keeping tabs on him. They regularly demanded reports about his where about and actions, nothing more. These reports would cross Verahl's and at least one other lieutenant's desk before Yossar would hand it over.

Next was news. He checked the head-lines for Citadel news networks. Then various Terminus media, and finally independent extra-net blogs. Slow news day so far. And with that part of his his waking routine complete Yossar got out of bed. He went to his foot-locker and got dressed. A short sleeved and hooded green shirt, with black light weight shorts. After passing by the sinks to clean up, he headed down-stairs to the mess.

Lazzik was already hard at work manning the kitchen. Yossar grabbed a bowl and helped himself to some of the dextro food that Lazz had cooked on the side. Lazzik was still getting the hang of cooking dextro-amino based food, but he was improving quickly. In the mean time, Yossar was fortunate that decades of military service had robbed him of any sort of good taste. He spooned a decent helping into his bowl and got some tea, brewed from synthesized Early Grey. Then he grabbed a seat at the table next to the fresh faced Salarian.

"Ishk, good to finally meet you, Verahl briefed us all quickly on the new recruits, faces and names mostly." Yossar put down his bowl and mug and then offered his right hand to Ishk, "I'm Yossar Terreg, one of Verahl's lieutenants."
 

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"I'm Yossar Terreg, one of Verahl's lieutenants."

Ishk looked at the hand and ignored it, he instead just spoke to the Turian towering over him. Not that he was being rude, it was just his way, he rarely made physical contact with anyone.

"Interesting, good to meet you as well I suppose. Chain of command is an important thing. Though little more than a formality in my endeavors. When do you expect Verahl to order us on a job?"
 

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Omega. 'Heart of evil', 'world without law', 'place of secrets', 'land of opportunity'. Some claimed it was all of these things and more.

Submachine gun in hand, a figure dressed in black and gold armour patrolled the area - seemingly casually - around the Aegis Protection Firm headquarters. The only clue to the woman's identity was the visible blue-skinned mouth and jaw under her helmet: Senaya T'Reya was on the lookout. There had been news reports recently about some turian calling himself Archangel, being a nuisance to the 'Big Three,' as she called them. Eventually the Blue Suns, Blood Pack and Eclipse had formed what sounded like a truce to take him down.

And even then they had screwed up. Word was that some hired freelancer had double-crossed the Big Three. Senaya hadn't heard anything about Archangel after that. So she had taken it upon herself to do extra patrols at random times, just in case this mysterious person had decided to assist Archangel in making life difficult for mercenary bands. She was getting up earlier than a fair few others just to ensure the base wasn't about to be attacked on her watch.

As she stopped at a corner, Senaya heard a familiar snarl and a vorcha's head popped out from a doorway. Within a second her Locust was up and aimed at the alien: it hissed at her and retreated back inside. That was slow. Need to be faster next time, she mentally chided herself. No excuses. Just because it was one vorcha doesn't mean it wouldn't have been a threat.
 

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"When do you expect Verahl to order us on a job?"

"When he has one." Yossar responded automatically, as he drew his hand back and started eating. He knew Ishk just wanted to be prepared, but that was all Yossar could accurately say about the matter. Getting work on Omega was interesting, it depended on whether or not the other gangs were fighting so viciously they were willing or able to get help. Whether or not Omega itself was not too hostile to scare off employers from outside. Finally Verahl's intuition was perhaps more important. Because Omega was constantly breaking out into turf-wars and blood feuds, it was important to stay on the right side or remain neutral. That meant Verahl had to evaluate every job to ensure it wouldn't drag the company into it's grave. This was the principle reason Verahl had kept them out of the Arch-angel mess. And because he was still groggy from just waking up, Yossar didn't bother explaining any of this to Ishk, instead he changed the subject.

"So Ishk are you settling in comfortably? I hope the bunk situation isn't too hard on ya." Yossar asked when he was between bites.
 

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"So Ishk are you settling in comfortably? I hope the bunk situation isn't too hard on ya."

"The beds are adequate,"He replied, knowing when someone wanted to stop talking about a subject or had no other information,at least in these situations,"I am able to sleep in most environments, but they are a welcome luxury indeed."

He chewed his food, content with the information he had been given. This Turian was strangely friendly, something he had found lacking of late. It was also something he had found to be a detriment in this line of work. But his judgement would be withheld until he found out how he worked.
 

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By the gods! Where am I going wrong! Tiron thought angrily. He was still sitting in the edge of the lounge area pouring over the numbers from the failed engine test...and getting very frustrated. "VOID TAKE THIS PIECE OF SHIT!" He finally yelled, kicking a low table in front of him. Realizing the there where actually a few others in the room, he hung his head sheepishly and gave them a wan smile. "My apologies...a personal project of mine is getting on my nerves."

Turning off his omni-tool, Tiron made his way back to the kitchen area, and slid on to an available stool. "I'll just have what he's having." He said, pointing to Ishk's meal.
 

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The Edge pistol had cost him a fortune to be converted to use the new thermal clips and it wasn't even from a official dealer. Omega was a hive of weapon dealers, tinkerers and a sea of aftermarket upgrades to weapons otherwise considered relics of the past.

BANG

The problem with these custom jobs were the constant maintenance but once the pistol was able, it was able to pack a punch and look different from the rest of the pack as well. The round hit the target in the shoulder, a shot that would effectively blow through an unarmored or unshielded foe. Audilus adjusted the sights of the pistol and taking in the red and black paint job as well.

BANG

The shot went made its way though the target's neck, severing the head. Vael once shot a Salarian through the neck and round took the poor guy's head off. Audilus would have felt bad for the Salrian if he wouldn't have shot at them. Vael was always his friend but ever since he arrived on Omega, he got worse and as much as he hated to admit it, Vael was better off dead.

BANG BANG BANG BANG

Audilus fired off the shots in rapid succession until the chamber was empty. Only half of those shots hit the target. Audilus rubbed his eyes before checking the chamber once more and holstering the pistol. The safety clicked loudly as he walked out of the room and into the storage room. He had only just been in the firm for a few days and the place was home already. He stored the pistol in the armory along with his other gear and headed upstairs for some much needed refreshment. He also had yet to get to know any of his fellow mercenaries but it was only because of his recent acceptance. He went to the kitchen seeing his mates converse. The cook at the island was a red skinned Salarian who seemed hard at work. He gave the guy a break and just grabbed a glass of water. As he did so, he looked the Salarian, Lazz he heard the others say.

"Been here long?" Audilus asked the cook.
 

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Lazzik:

Lazzik had become quite quiet since everyone else entered the kitchen. His focus had been taken away from his short talk with Brooks to preparing more food for those who had come and asked. As he was leaning over his stovetop, busy frying up some plump breakfast sausages, he noticed Audilus walking past him, fetching a glass of water for himself. He hadn't quite expected for the Turian to strike up a conversation though.

"Been here long?"

Lazzik paused the idle humming he had been lightly doing, and thought for a moment, counting the months since he had become part of the company.

"Nine, no, almost nine months now I think?" he replied, still trying to keep most of his focus on not burning the others' breakfasts. "Yeah, just shy of it I think. Izzik would know for certain. He was the one that got me working here after all."

He pried the spatula beneath several of the sausages and lifted the pan, slowly rolling each one out onto the plate beside him to let them cool.

"Nicer than the restaurant I was at before," he continued as he brought the plate around to the island for everyone else to dig into. The blue colour of the plate warned the Turians to avoid it, as it was not dextro-amino based. It was a simple system that kept everyone in the company away from an unneeded trip to the med-bay. "Wouldn't have thought that coming to work for a mercenary firm would have been a lower stress job. Then again, I guess that changes if you're put in the line of fire."

Behind him he could hear Brooks cursing, muttering about the sausages being hot as he tried to cool his tongue with another large gulp of tupari. Again, Lazzik found himself shaking his head, not sure whether to be amused or annoyed by Brooks's antics. It always seemed to border the line between.
 

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So Ishk doesn't seem to be used to that much luxury, interesting. Yossar was briefly distracted by Lazzik's statement.

"Wouldn't have thought that coming to work for a mercenary firm would have been a lower stress job."

"Keep in mind Lazzik, if you were to compare the military doctrines of every single race in the galaxy, they would all agree on atleast one basic fact: An army needs food. No soldier can stay at their best if they are malnourished, so any military needs a way to keep their soldiers fed whenever possible. This is your responsibility, keep doing a good job." Yossar finished his unwaranted lecture by eating another spoon-full. As he ate he wondered about the state Omega was one, after considering the fallout from going after Archangel Yossar turned his attention to Ishk.

"I'm thinking with the Big three temporarily disgraced, there'll be a lot more work floating about. Verahl just needs to wait for one that's right for us." To told Ishk, hoping to ease the salarian's concerns about the future.
 

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Sal's eyes flickered open. She groaned as she sat up. Keelah that may have been the best sleep I've gotten in weeks. I don't care if it's a military bunk, it's better than a corner in an alley. She thought standing from the lower bunk. She stretched her arms above her head with a grunt. Okay Sal'Rena, a new day and for once your not looking for a job. She bowed her head and folded her hands together. "Blessed ancestors illuminate my path, guide my hands, let my actions lead our people to prosperity. Keelah Se'lai" She mumbled in prayer. With a smile under her mask she pulled a protein tube from her footlocker. Clicking the tube into place on her mask she walked out into the lobby and in turn the kitchen.

"Good morning all." She said with a wave to everyone gathered, "I miss anything fun?" She asked taking a seat.
 

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"Verahl just needs to wait for one that's right for us."

"That's understandable Lieutenant,"Ishk began, finishing the last few crumbs of his meal,his training coming out again,"But the longer we sit around, the more creds,rep, and experience working with each other we lose. Sitting around doing nothing is not something I have much experience with. There was always something to do before I joined this outfit."

He finished his plate and stood, wandering over to the sink where he turned the water on a moment before giving it a once over with the almost scalding water. He placed it on a towel after drying it. He then left it to finish evaporating the last few drops he was unable to wipe off.

Sitting down again across from the Turian, to see a newcomer, a Quarian,nothing he looked across with dull eyes,"Forgive my complaints, but group work is something I need to get used to again, repair, surveillance, infiltration, refitting."

"I miss anything fun?"

"There is no job, we are not under attack, at least to our knowledge, and my meal is finished, there is no "fun" to be had here. Ishk Valench, and you are?"