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

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

CRACK.

Lux paused for a moment to appreciate the sound. The nose was his favourite part of a Human. He loved to savour the sound of it breaking, cracking underneath his crest. It was one of his personal delicacies.

He pulled his head back. He could see the blood already running down the man?s face. The crook was barely standing at this point, being held up mostly by the hand Lux kept clinched around his collar. With his free hand, he ran it across his crown, wiping a splatter of blood off of it. Lux chuckled as he looked at the stain, before tossing the punk to the ground beside him, letting him sprawl out across the ground dazed.

Checking his shoulder, he could see Karnak beside him, still going to work on the one he had. What had started out the Batarian snapping the thug?s knee backwards, had now devolved into just repeated kicks to the gut, echoed by whimpering moans. The third one was still backed against the alley wall with fear, as he watched his friends being beaten before him. Karnak had kept his pistol drawn during the entire time, keeping it pointed roughly in his direction throughout the entire ordeal.

?I love my job,? Lux announced as he began to walk over to the final one. ?It?s crooks like you that I just hope for every time I wake up in the morning. The ones that would be so blatant when they try to rob a merchant in our market.?

He was now towering over the last thief and grinning. There was a sickening pop as Lux cracked his knuckles.

?Honestly, I was getting worried that you?d all given up,? he continued as he reached out and grabbed the man?s wrist with one hand, and the throat with the other. He didn?t resist, instead he began to bawl as he Krogan grabbed him. ?It?d thought that I had taught my previous lessons to the thugs like you a little too well. That there wouldn?t be any of you left that would bother trying anything like this in my territory.

Lux released his throat, and in one fluid motion, grabbed the same hand he had held at the wrist, and pushed it backwards with all of his might. Another crack was heard as the wrist shattered from the stress, and the thief?s sobs of fear turned into wails of pain.

?Sometimes I?m glad to be wrong,? he said with a terrifying glee as he watched the punk curl up on the floor.

?You can tell Narrat that everything?s been dealt with,? Karnak said into his Comm as he turned and began making his way out of the alley with Lux.

?You didn?t kill them, right?? Haley responded. Her voice sounded less concerned and more stressed.

?They?ll live,? answered Karnak as he muted his Comm and looked back over at Lux. ?****.?

?Well, aside from that, things seem pretty quiet,? cracked Haley?s voice, coming over once more. ?You can come back. Izzik and Senaya can handle anything else that crops up.?

?On our way,? replied Lux before closing his channel. He nodded at Karnak, a satisfied smile still on his face, as the two began to make their way back towards the base.

 

[Captainguy42]

" There was always something to do before I joined this outfit."

"Really? I mean the Hierarchy liked to keep me on the road but I had my share of moments with nothing to do but wait." Yossar replied as he finished his food and started washing it down with tea.

"I miss anything fun?"

"Just the sight of me eating breakfast." Yossar said as he finished his tea. He then got up from his seat and stretched his arms a bit. "Well I'm hitting the gym." He tapped Ishk on the shoulder and told him, " If you don't like wasting time find something productive to do. The armory should be open, you could find out what Tiron was yelling about, or find Lux, he tends to know about any odd jobs that need doing. Raven if you're going to return to the arena, we should spar." Yossar then left for the arena, and after quick elevator ride was inside. He started by picking out two low-mass bar weights. He began slowly stretching all of his muscles to wake them up.

 

[sage42]

"Ishk Valench, and you are?"

Sal frowned behind her mask, if there was one thing she may never get used to, it was the frank informal nature of Salarians. "Pleased to meet you Ishk, Sal'Rena nar Hadran. Just Sal will be fine though." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I must say it's odd having some one ask my actual name. Instead of, ya know....just calling me suit rat." She said with a chuckle. A quiet beep went off inside her helmet, indicating the protein tube was empty. She disconnected the empty tube from her mask. She rose from her seat and tossed the empty tube in the trash. "Well my meal is done, if anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the workshop." Sal said with a wave to the rest of the people gathered around the kitchen.

 

[Yokillernick]

POW POW POW

Gunshots could be heard coming from the Range. Nicholas was training his gun skills, like he did every morning since he joined the Aegis. The gun range was decent but could not compare to the Alliance, still he did not complain as he was happy to shoot a gun again. He had been training for an hour, testing his reaction times with his pistol and trying to train his lungs for those long range firefights. As his watch alarm went off signalling the end of his training session Nicholas gave a sigh. He was exhausted. The beds were comfortable enough but he could not shake the feeling that the Alliance were onto him.

He left the Range and made his way towards the Armory where he left his armor and sniper rifle. However he always carried his pistol with him as he felt vulnerable without a gun to keep him company. After depositing his armor and weapon he quickly made his way to the showers for a quick wash. He was surprised how much he can sweat during target practice.

Having finished his shower, Nicholas pulled his black shirt and trousers on and made his way towards the Kitchen. He was feeling slightly hungry and there seemed to be a large gathering of people there. He hadn't meet any of them yet and he didn't mind that. He preferred to avoid contact with others as that meant there would be less chance that he would end up pummeling their face in.

Heading into the kitchen he sat down and shouted towards the cook. "Hey, can I have some bacon, I don't care with what just give me some bacon and a drink!"

 

[Athol]

While the others talked around him, Trion ate his meal in silence still running test in his head. With his natural eidetic memory he replayed the data feed in his head, still trying to find what went wrong.

"Well my meal is done, if anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the workshop."

He looked up from his meal as he finished it, to see Sal walking away. When did she get here? He thought. Getting sloppy Tiron, a space out like that could get you killed....enough... Bowing slightly to Laz, he caught up with the quarian. "I'm sure you get sick of hearing this Miss Rena, but I was wondering if I could enlist your help on a technical problem of mine..."

 

[sage42]

Hmm, I suppose the barrel could be extended...but what's the price on a dependable rifle upgrade on Omega? I suppose I could order something off world, but then the cost would skyrocket. Maybe cheap parts that I could strip and patch back together? That would work...works with our life support system's anyway. Sal let her mind wonder to her rifle as she made her way to the workshop, trying t think of a way she could improve it's performance. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard a voice behind her.

"I'm sure you get sick of hearing this Miss Rena, but I was wondering if I could enlist your help on a technical problem of mine..."

"Oh?" Sal turned to Trion, curious about what he could need her help with. "Sure, I'd love to help. But I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage mister....?"

 

[Athol]

"Oh? Sure, I'd love to help. But I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage mister....?"

Tiron bowed his head slightly in embarrassment. "My apologies...my name is Tiron Sedenis." Bringing his omni-tool online, he brought up an exploded diagram of the engine he'd been working on. "I've just finished rebuilding a Nashin Stellar Dynamics Model 45 Flight Control Thruster from an A-61 Mantis. It holds power at Standby and Idle fine, but when I try to throttle up, it tries to overload...here." He said, transferring his test data to Sal's omni-tool. "I'm sure you where probably fixing problems more complex than this before you got your first suit, but I'm completely stumped."

With a free hand he massaged the back of his neck, he hated when a problem got the better of him. "I've got a turian friend who runs a little restaurant around the corner from my place...as a thank you how 'bout I get him to make you up something a little more interesting than what you'd normally get in those tubes?" He'd known several quarians when he'd still been on Illium, and the lack of variety in the food had been a constant complaint for them.

 

[sage42]

It holds power at Standby and Idle fine, but when I try to throttle up, it tries to overload...here." Sal check her Omni tool. She poured over the schematics. "Hmm, a Mantis you say? Can't say I've ever worked on one. The schematics seem fairly straight forward, though. I sen a few parts in the design that would keep it from working with any other ship however. There are a few other imperfections in the design that would keep it from running at peak efficiency. No this is actually one of the many problems we face when buying used parts, fairly simple but also fairly common."

As a thank you how 'bout I get him to make you up something a little more interesting than what you'd normally get in those tubes?"

Sal nearly fell over. "Really? You could pull that off?" Sal bit her lip. A chance to get something better than protein paste was a dream come true. More importantly, all it wold cost her was time to work on the Drell's ship. I wonder...."Throw in a bar of Turian chocolate and we have deal.

 

[Yokillernick]

Nicholas watched two people depart from the kitchen. He was curious. I wonder what they're planning to do? But he quickly shook his head and looked at the plate in front of him. It was empty. Angry for being ignored by the chef, he called out to him.

"I didn't know you had hearing problems! I thought I asked you for some food!"

Settling back down in his chair, he awaited a response.

 

[Athol]

" The schematics seem fairly straight forward, though. I?ve seen a few parts in the design that would keep it from working with any other ship however."

"Yeah, I know I'm going to have to fabricate new mounts for them. These are from an A-61, but the airframe is an old A-57...but I'll deal with that when I get to it." Tiron said. "She is still a long way from airworthy. I still need hull plating, a tail, a proper eezo core, a flight computer, two more engines for forward flight....the list goes on."

Watching Sal seemingly stagger, he smiled. "Really? You could pull that off? Throw in a bar of Turian chocolate and we have deal." "Done." Tiron replied, shaking the young woman's hand.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

Audilus nodded to the Salarian's words as he also watched the others arrive at the kitchen for more of his cooking. He scanned the others around him, wondering who they were or how they were able to come to work here as he did. Audilus finished his cup of water only to hear one of the humans call out to the overworked chef.

"I didn't know you had hearing problems! I thought I asked you for some food!"

"Why don't you give the man a break, human?" Audilus spoke out. "He's doing the best he can and screaming at him won't necessarily make him work faster let alone give you better food."

 

[Yokillernick]

"Why don't you give the man a break, human?"

The starved Nicholas spun around to look at the Turian, who looked pretty pleased with himself.

"Well, I'm sorry!" he began sarcastically, "But that's easy for you to say since you just stuffed yourself. I on the other hand am starving. So why don't you just go back to whatever your kind does, hmm?"

He turned around on his chair, facing the chef who had almost finished his food. Trying to be a hero, hmm, there are no heroes or good guys in this place. Nicholas muttered under his breath.

 

[Mr.Ivebeenframed]

"What my kind does best is put humans in their place." Audilus remarked. This human certainly was one for introductions and what his father would have called an audacious monkey. His family harbored the same amount of animosity towards humans as any Turian family on Palaven.

Still, Audilus decided to restrain himself a bit for the most part because he would only waste his breath by talking to the human unless he acted first of course. He wasn't one to ask for fights even if they were in the same company but he didn't run away from one either. He was trained never to break but also to "tolerate" certain kinds of people if they couldn't cooperate plus he didn't think that his boss would approve of him picking fights with humans no matter how arrogant they were.

 

[Yokillernick]

Nicholas, who had began eating his egg and bacon, turned around in his chair and burst in laughter. "You put us in..." he continued laughing holding his belly with one hand and waving with the other, "I'm sorry but I just can't take you seriously. From what history lessons I recall we kicked your ass so hard the Council had to step in and stop us from slaughtering the lot of you! Still feeling strong ?"

Standing up he looked towards the chef. "Thanks for the breakfast. It was good, however next time try and hurry up a little, I get angry while peckish and certain undesired people" he looked towards the Turian "can really make me explode."

As Nicholas walked towards the exit of the kitchen he turned around and faced the Turian. "You sure try hard to make me kick your ass. However you're lucky that I don't want to get booted out of here else you'd be eating those words of yours!"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Izzik:

Izzik took another bite from the fruit in his hand as he walked out of the small market grocery. The bag he was carrying was full of a mix of several different types. Some he would have raw, but he had plans for making a few smoothies and drinks out of others.

As he looked down the street, his eyes caught Senaya on the corner. He decided it would be worth checking up with her.

"Morning," he announced when he arrived after passing by the small crowd of shoppers that were going about their morning errands. "Quiet enough day so far isn't it?"

He paused to let her respond, and allow himself another bite, before stopping quickly to correct himself.

"Where are my manners!" the Salarian followed with swiftly, wanting to speak quick enough as not to cut off Senaya mid-sentance. As he did, he opened his bag up, allowing Senaya to peer easily inside. ?Hungry? I was able to pick up a variety of different berries and fruit from the grocer down the street. Anything strike your fancy??

 

[CounterAttack]

"Morning. Quiet enough day so far isn't it?"

Senaya looked over to see a familiar face heading towards her. Knowing the fast-talking manner of most salarians, she didn't answer immediately, instead waiting for Izzik to finish.

"Where are my manners! Hungry? I was able to pick up a variety of different berries and fruit from the grocer down the street. Anything strike your fancy?"

"Hmm..." the asari mused as she flicked on the safety on her gun and replaced it at the catch on her hip. Her free hand went into the bag to have a rustle around. "Let's see here. Ah, this one should do," she eventually declared, picking out a piece of fruit for herself. The first bite always tasted best, she noted as she took a chunk out of it.

"And yes, it's been quiet. No-one causing trouble nearby, as far as I know," Senaya answered Izzik. "Which is nice. I mean, don't get me wrong, I enjoy a good fight, but it's good to just kick back and relax sometimes, y'know?"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Verahl:

?I can?t stand ?em,? Lux announced as he continued pacing in the middle of the office, behind the chairs that sat Raven and Yossar in front of Verahl?s desk. ?Every time someone comes here representing some form of Illium?s business, they act like a child in our care. Worse even. A child will at least follow more of your directions than these arrogant pricks.?

Verahl could see the annoyance starting to wash over Yossar?s face. The Turian was used to more structured meetings and planning sessions, ones where a one ton lizard wouldn?t skip about around the office, ryncol in hand, airing every grievance he had with the mission they were about to face.

?Arrogant pricks or not, we?re able to charge them almost double the rate of anyone else on Omega without them batting an eyelid, for the exact same work,? Verahl countered, as he reached into the cigar box that Raven had set on the middle of the desk before they began. ?So that means you?re doing whatever they tell you to from the moment they step on the station to the moment they step off.?

Raven chuckled for a moment, breaking Lux?s stride as he glared at the back of his head, letting out a loud annoyed grunt as he did. The thought of a Krogan manservant though was enough to make him crack though, especially if it servant would be Lux.

?Does anyone else have anything else they?re going to cut in with, or are we done with this?? Verahl asked, his glance shifting to each as he did. The moment of pause that each gave was enough to answer him. ?Good. Haley?s been given the briefing already to dispatch to the company. Ensure that everything is set to go.?

 

[Chicago Ted]

Haley:

?Hello Aegis, it?s another bright day here on Omega. The lights over the station are shining brightly, the Vorcha are out singing, and? Ok, and already got my message from Verahl telling me to cut the crap over companywide Comm?s and get to the briefing. Recently we?ve been contacted by some of the higher ups of a company on Illium to protect some delegates sent over to conduct various deals on the station. Instead of opting to do these things from half the galaxy away, they?ve apparently been forced to deal with things face to face. Our job is to ensure that from the time that they?re stepping off their shuttle to when they get back on, that they are protected from any and all harm. As always, any questions on pay get directed to Oleene, any with weaponry to me so I can set you up with Paz?serah to arrange something for you. Remember though, old guy doesn?t appreciate window shoppers, so you better be intending on buying if you?re making me call him up. Shouldn?t be needed though. From what I know, they?re trying to keep this mission fairly hush-hush on their end. They want a hostage situation about as much as us, and know that the more that know, the more likely someone over here gets tipped off. Gauntlet will take off in, 18 hours, make sure you?re all well rested, fed, and supplied before getting onboard. Good luck to you, signing off.?

 

[Captainguy42]

More than anything else Yossar found Lux's presence at meetings distracting. Lux wasn't just large, he was loud to. When he was wasn't yelling, he could still be heard grumbling, pacing, or both. The worst part was that Lux seemed to be entirely oblivous to it all. Yossar had tried to mention it, Lux said he had no idea what could be distracting about his behavior. Then the next meeting Lux would be right back to it. At this point Yossar had resigned himself, and hoped to get used to it. He was making some progress but Lux was constantly finding new ways to act out during meetings. He was starting to wonder if Lux was screwing with him intentionally. Though Yossar had started to treat their meetings a little less formally and even brought a turian cigar to smoke during the meeting.

The smoke certainly helped him mind Lux a little less. After Verahl dimiss them Yossar stood up and gave a quick salute to Verahl. It wasn't a particularly formal one as he knew Verahl wouldn't give a damn either way, but for Yossar the general motion was still a reflex when he was dismissed by a superior. "Raven if we're going to be protecting these people we should take a moment now to test do barrier tests on the new biotics," Yossar suggested to the human officer, "I figure we should have our best ones staying close to the delegates in case they need cover."

 

[axle 19]

Taking some potentially green ass rookies into a protection run on Omega can be problematic. Especially given the delicate nature of our client. Glancing up at Yossar, he nodded in agreement, "Agreed. Might as well learn what there capable of in a controlled environment rather than half to clean up the mess left from someone with a weak barrier. The strongest ones can form a wall of sorts around the client so we can avoid the childish panic that the clients from Illium usually have upon seeing Omega." Getting himself a cigar from the box, he snipped the end and lit it in one motion before taking a nice, deep inhale, the wonderful smoke entering his body momentarily before he exhaled.

Satisfied, he got to his feet before looking back to Yossar, "All right lets heard them down into the gym and see how well their barriers handle kinetic energy then." He finished with a smirk looking forward to throwing heavy objects at the rookies to "test" them.