Mass Effect RP: The Aegis Protection Firm - Full

[Athol]

"Sorry 'bout that" John sighed, "I'm just not a very patient person." Rubbing his face again, he continued patrolling. "Say Ocara," he said as he approached the turian. "You're heading down in a bit aren't you? Could you do me a huge favor and grab me another pack of cigarillos? They're in a tin beside my bunk."

 

[Chicago Ted]

Triven:

The elevator doors opened up to the roof. Triven stepped out and quickly turned his glance to the three mercenaries up here. The Turian was the only one he had known by name of the lot of them. He had seen the human in the club a few times, and the Quarian perhaps once passing through.

Can't bust their asses this time for having weapons up here.

"I'm to relieve one of you," he said as the doors finally closed behind him, and the elevator descended back down into the building. "No one specified who, so take your pick."

 

[sage42]

"Look at Sal, your bored aren't you? You aren't complaining though, John could learn something from you" Sal smiled at the comment, he was right John complained a lot and it could be attributing to her nerves.

"Yeah, board might be one way to put it." She admitted sitting on her chair again. "I'm not used to this waiting for the enemy to attack thing. Bad view from a snipers point I know but hey what are you gonna do?" She said with a shrug.

She turned when Triven stepped onto the roof "I'm to relieve one of you, no one specified who, so take your pick." She thought about leaving for a minute but decided against it. "I'm good for a while longer, if either of you wanna go down fora few hours you can."

 

[Chicago Ted]

Lux:

"You disappear for hours to get groceries," Lux grunted at Dray as he paced back and forth in front of the counter before stopping and slamming his fists down on the edge. "And you neglect to get a single damn slice of inian steak?! Exactly how long have you been working here Dray?!"

Dray was bent slightly over, trying to block Lux from his sight. He was cradling the back of his head with his hands. As the Krogan continued to yell at him, his fingers dug deeper and deeper, as he felt the pain of the scratches being scrapped along his skull.

"I, I forgot," he blurted between gasps of shallow breaths. "I, I heard Verahl and, and I had to get here. And, I had, I had, forgot. And I, I..."

His voice trailed off, his speech dribbling into little more than moans. He knew what he needed to get. He had made the list after all. It had everything he needed to get on it, including the inian steak that Lux loved.

"What is your exact fucking purpose here Dray?" Lux yelled. "I give you some extra credits, every, single time you go out for this sole reason, and yet you can't even get that right! I'm starting to understand Mayli's expectations for you!"

Dray now slid behind the counter of the kitchen between him and Lux. His moans were even more stiffled by his breathing. His fingers were now leaving visible marks from where they were being driven in.

Lux stared down on him for a minute before turning off and walking away from the kitchen. He still felt his rage coursing through him though. The uselessness he felt of himself of being trapped in the base, waiting for a slaughter one way or another was enough to set his mind into a storm.

"Fucking useless!" he yelled once more as he passed by the couches of the common room, and down the hall that the barracks were attached to.

 

[Athol]

"I'm to relieve one of you, no one specified who, so take your pick."

"I'll stay," John said as Triven spoke. "I'm far too twitchy to be stuck inside right now."

Getting bored of pacing, he walked back to where Sal was sitting. Smart girl he thought. Wish I'd remembered to bring a chair. "Hi" he said, "I don't think we were properly introduced, I'm John. So what brings you to the ass end of the galaxy?"

 

[The Zango]

"Yeah thats me your here to relieve, and I'll try and find em John, on the condition that I can nab one for myself" replied Ocara, as he rolled to his feet and into a long stretch, so that the Turian was standing on his 'toes', whilst extending his arms into the air above his head. A series of cracks sounded from Ocara's body and once they subsided, he let himself relax and stand normally.

"At least your not scolding me this time right Triven, who knows you might be firing a weapon up here soon, that'd be pretty ironic" chuckled the Turian, before he left the roof and made his way downstairs, catching the last of what sounded like muffled yelling coming from the kitchen, as he neared the bottom. Ocara quickened his pace and emerged into the kitchen, expecting to see Lux or Verhal chewing someone out, but instead the kitchen appeared to be empty.

"Must be the sand, screwing with my mind" said Ocara to himself, as he walked over to the fridge, where he was then halted in his tracks by the sight of Dray on the floor in quite a state.

"Hey man, whats the matter?" asked the Turian sympathetically, as he knelt next to Dray, until he was at the same level as the crying Salarian, and placed a strong hand on his shoulder, shaking it slightly as he did so.

 

[axle 19]

Raven worked in silence ignorant of clusterfuck around him applying gel charges to the clubs entrance with care. Introducing Explogel. Side effect may include but are not limited to blindness, partial deafness, spontaneous loss of limbs, and of course nonlife. Use caution when applying. What a wonderful way to market a seemingly harmless product. Detonators set, he rose to his feet before calmly making his way back to his room, his mind a hurricane of questions and problems with few good answers. I don't doubt Meer being ballsy enough to enter from the front. At the very least he will send in his cannon fodder first to wear us down to a manageable point anyway. Not to mention that we have the newbies and the quadruple amputee guards. If it descends into us having to protect them than things are going go tits up rather fast.

Reaching his room, he entered before securely locking the door behind him. A weapons case sat in one corner of his room, untouched since it was placed their and unopened for nearly four years prior. The case was unassuming, adorned only by a grinning death's head the color of newly spilled blood meant to inspire fear into others. Beginning his odyssey over to it, Raven's mind was assaulted by his thoughts, The base, the men, the dead and dying, their blood coating the floors in a uniformly red sheen as their screams of agony went unheard. His biggest mistake, his worst failure. Pausing in his journey, Raven's mind was overwhelmed by the past.

 The sun rose on hell the survivors would say. The morning light washing over the valley as a crushing silence reigned. Shots rang out now, an unlucky merc's head snapping back as the screaming cloud of viscera that was his visor showered his remaining unlucky friends. This motley of murderers and scum was all that remained of the once fearsome group the Crimson Wraith now noteworthy for it's meteoric rise and unparalled fall. What did these unluckies do to be sentenced to a rousing game of bullet kerplunk you ask? Regicide....

The night before as the leaders slept, the schemers schemed their plot, comfortable in the lavish conditions provided by their success or more realistically the skill of their leaders. They were convinced that their leaders however were holding them down. Why you ask? Simply because their leader had managed to maintain their morality and at times refused missions that would bring this into conflict. Cravens all of them yet their plan was already in motion and as the first vestiges of dawn kissed the earthen constructs they tortured and murdered their drell leader. His second in command however had managed to escape.

So we descend back into hell, the last unfortunate unlucky dropping to his knees as he clutches his new throat vagina and curses his predicament. His world abruptly descends into monochrome as a single grey blob amongst many grey blob on his slowly failing vision approaches and resolves itself into a familiar figure, Marcus Flint, the drell's best friend and second in command. The smoking rifle and adornments of death omens on his vestments give his killer the visage of Thanatos himself.  Cold grey eyes, once full of life pierce his soul as life begins to ebb away for this final unlucky his last thought of those horrible eyes damning him to the most cruel circle of punishment.

You see while Marcus had been aware of some of the pessimism among the men, he had chosen to ignore it despite his better judgement and in return he lost his best friend, his savior, his mentor. Even in death, his mentor had been able to facilitate his escape. Tevorat's dying breath took what remained of Marcus Flint and unknowingly purged leaving only Raven.

Shaking himself from his fugue, Raven opened the gaze with shaking hands before delicately raising the pitch black Mantis that lay within. Lifting this relic, his grey eyes rest on the death's head grinning it's horrible grin artfully splashed on the side, an eternal reminder of his past mistakes and his promise to not fail again. Loading it as smoothly as he could he slung it on his back and shifted into the guise he had taken on that warm day in hell. Settling in on the catwalk over the club, he began his watch rifle firmly in hand, Shredder close by, a singular thought crossing his mind. I'll kill you myself before you can hurt my comrades Meer. Just fucking bring it.

 

[axle 19]

Spoiler: The 'Pist

She ate my post

 

[Chicago Ted]

Triven:

"Hi, I don't think we were properly introduced, I'm John. So what brings you to the ass end of the galaxy?"

Triven turned to look at the human pacing nearby as he sat down on an air unit and laid his rifle down. He didn't like small talk.

"What brought me here?" he asked, the sarcasm clear in his tone. "Well, I think what brought me to Omega was the people. Everyone's just so happy and friendly here. I thought to myself, gee Triven, this would be a perfect place to raise your kids. It's not like I was forced to come here as a last resort or anything."

He let out an annoyed sigh as he looked back down on his rifle to continue to examine it. It had been years since he last handled one.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Rook:

Rook sprinted to the end of the alley. He checked his shoulder to see if he was still being followed. For the past half hour, he had spent him time trying to elude those following him. He didn't know where they had picked him up, be he believed he had managed to lose them a few streets back.

He peered behind the corner, and saw the sign for the Elixir straight ahead of him, only a hundred yards away. Most of the street was empty, except for a few people passing by from either their work or the markets trying to get home. He wasn't able to spot anyone suspicious around, so he knew it'd now be his best shot.

"This is Rook broadcasting," he spoke over the Comms, on Aegis's open channel. "Anyone responding?"

"This is Raven," was the first voice to respond over the channel. "Aegis is in lockdown where the hell are you?"

"Within eyesight of the base," he said as he pulled his face back and checked the thermal clip in his pistol. "Someone picked up on my trail, only just broke free of them. Looking to enter, but I don't want to be tagged in the process."

"Did you get a good look at your Pursuer Rook?"

"No, could only ever catch them out of the corner of my eye, but they were with me every street," Rook said as checked behind him once more. "As much as I'd love to stand here and chat you up about this though, perhaps it could wait until I'm back inside?"

There was a slight pause as the channel was left empty, before Raven's voice once again came over it.

"Doors are open Rook. Move fast"


Rook broke from the corner and started to sprint towards the main doors of the Elixir as fast as he could. He could see the doors being opened, and Paladin standing in the middle of them. A few people glanced over at him as he did this, wondering exactly why an armed and armoured mercenary was flying down the street beside them. He had almost made it to the doors, when a sudden movement from someone beside him caught his attention. A Batarian standing in a doorway to a nearby apartment had drawn pistol, and was drawing his aim on Rook. He ducked his head down as he spun away from the shooter, placing his back to him. He was just able to brace himself before the shot hit him in the back, and was absorbed by his shields. Not stopping his turn though, Rook followed through until he was once again facing the shooter.

It was only now the gunman realized what Rook was up to. The momentary duck away from him wasn't out of fear or avoidance, but for preparation. As Rook turned back to face him, his arm swung around him, with a blue aura enveloping it. He released the prepared Biotic blast straight at the shooter. Rook watched as the push went straight into the gunman, and threw him back into the lobby of the building. People on the street were now scattering, trying to avoid the firefight that had broken out. Rook took a step forward towards the apartment before he saw a Human coming from around the corner with a rifle. Realizing that the strengths of this force were unknown to him, Rook turned back towards Aegis as the rifleman started to move out of the apartment lobby and onto the street behind him.

Before the rifleman could get his mark though, Rook was already back inside the Elixir, clambering over the barricade erected on the entry. He stopped for a moment to take a few deep breaths as he looked back towards the door.

"What a great welcoming party!"

 

[lemiel14n3]

Paladin chuckled a little. "Well, you know it's not a party at the Elixer until there's property damage and a healthy enemy body count to show for it."

Now that the enemy was nearby Paladin did another quick check on his rifle. and made sure he could get at his pistol as soon as someone made it through the barrier.

 

[Athol]

John's head snapped up when Rook started to broadcast. "Time to party!" He said, as he moved to get a look at the street below. Swearing under his breath, he watched as Rook dealt with the batarian. "Too many fuckin' civvies didn't have a shot...sorry."

Watching the door of the apartment, that Rook had thrown the batarian into, he saw a human step out with a rifle. Sighting to the side of the center mass, he snapped off three shots. The first and second rounds, shattered on the targets barrier, throwing him off balance, and depleting its power. The third one tore through the side of his chest, turning the wall a lurid crimson.

"Tango down; I count at least four enemy foot-mobiles inside."

 

[XxSummonerxX]

Nathan was sitting in the training room, looking up at his boss, "Yossar". "You are to inform anyone of higher rank when you see any approaching! You..." droned Yossar.

Nathan was nervous. He was a guard at a club. Not a guard at a highly trained and publicly known mercenary compound. He signed up for throwing rude drunks getting handsy with the dancers, not mad murderers threatening his very way of life! And above all that, he was only 19, a frail thin nineteen year old with no combat training! Remembering all this he grew even paler, and even started to rock a little on his bench.

He just kept nodding at everything Yossar said. 'Yep... shoot... uh-huh, grave danger.... Yeah, Krogan... KROGAN! BWAAAAGH! thought Nathan to himself, attempting to file away information, when he heard the mention of a Krogan. Not only did he have to deal with a mad murderer, it was a MAD MURDERING KROGAN. What little blood remained in his face drained away at that moment.

Spoiler: OOC

First of all. I'M BACK BITCHES! 2nd. Until Ted puts my sheet on the main page, I'll post it here. Finally. Sorry if my post seems a little off. I'm a little out of the ME universe right now, absorbed yet again by the soul eating monster known as WoW.
Also, if anyone wants to interact directly with my character, place him at the bar or the training room, I don't care which.

Spoiler: New Character

Name: Nathan Jellef
Gender: M
Race: Human
Age: 19
Class: Vanguard
Powers: Throw, Warp, Charge, Shockwave.

Appearance: Approximately 6 foot 2, with long black hair, under a scarlet bandana. He has several bullet wounds in his chest, from his last job as a guard, when the entire club was shot up by a mad Krogan. These wounds have been known to rip open under extreme pressure, but are beginning to heal nicely.

Nathan (on jobs where they gave him the choice) preferred to wear light armour, with enough mobility for him to close quickly with his shotgun.

Pre-Service Record: Nathan was born on The Citadel. Whilst in the mother's womb, he was exposed to an extreme amount of eezo (Element Zero) that leaked from an engine on the shuttle from Earth to The Citadel, they were all very lucky to be alive. His parents were worried that their only child would be taken from them for military training, so fled to the terminus systems.

After spending years on Illium, and travelling all over the Terminus System to avoid anyone discovering their childs biotic powers, Nathan's parents were taken by Batarian slavers when he was 17.

He relocated himself to Omega, and started working as a guard for some lower end clubs in the slums. Working his way up, and learning the tools of his trade, he finally scored a job at The Elixir.

Psychological Profile: Nathan is a young, naive, inexperienced teenager. But he possesses raw unfocused power in his biotics. As he was never trained, and his parents never told him about his biotics, he has no idea he has this power.
He bears a slight grudge towards Batarians, but has a "such is life" view about working with them.

Notes: As Nathan is unaware of his Biotic powers, when he is trained, his attacks will be very wild, powerful, and uncontained, possibly hurting himself and others.
He uses a Katana Shotgun, and carries a machete, which he tends to use in close combat.

 

[Chicago Ted]

Karnak:

Karnak bolted from his barracks as he heard Brooks come over the Comms, reporting an engagement outside the club. He already had his shotgun in his hands as he ran down the hall towards the stairs. He stopped for a moment as he saw Dray and Ocara behind the counter.

"No time for that," he said as he beaconed for Ocara to follow him. "We're needed!"

 

[Chicago Ted]

Ambushers:

Michael watched as Dan ran out onto the street with his rifle drawn, trying to tag the Turian. He readied his weapon as well and was about to step out of the doorway but stopped and ducked for cover the moment he saw Dan get shot.

"Fuck!" he yelled as he watched Dan drop his gun, and lay in the middle of the street. "Nyx! Nyx! Get up!"

The Batarian groaned loudly from the floor of the lobby, as he ran his hand over his chest. The push had knocked the air out of him, and had likely cracked a rib or two. It had driven him straight into a potted plant sitting by the wall, leaving bits of leaves, dirt, and pottery around him.

"Shit!" he yelled once more as he turned his head back to the door on the opposite end of the lobby. "Murphy! Murphy get out here!"

Only moments after calling Murphy appeared with a rifle in his hand.

"Did we get one?" he asked as he walked in before looking at Nyx. "Shit what happened to---"

"He can wait!" Michael interupted as he pointed out towards the street. "I need cover fire!"

Seconds later, Murphy peered out from the doorway, and sent a few rounds flying towards the roof of the Elixir. While he did that, Michael ran out onto the street, his rifle slung across his back. Murphy fired for a little while longer before quickly moving back behind the cover of the doorway. He hoped that the dispersing crowd would offer some protection to Michael as he could no longer afford to draw the sniper's attention.

 

[sage42]

Sal jumped as Rooks broadcast sounded in her helmet. She rushed to the edge of the building as John took down one of the assailants. "Shit they've been across the street this whole time?" She asked as she stared down her scope "Makes we wonder if any other buildings around the club are occupied as well?" She ducked as she heard shots ping onto the wall just below their position.

"Shit! John another in the doorway, might be the safer bet if we want to avoid civilians getting hurt." She said looking up as the shots stopped. "Bosh'tets! I can't get a clear shot, take 'em out if you can."

 

[Athol]

John kept his sights trained on the doorway, waiting to see if they'd do. He flinched a bit when one of them opened fire at the roof, but not much, the shooter didn't seem to be very good. He was about to put one through the man's head, when he saw another merc break cover to check the guy he'd just downed. Hmm, I guess they think he's alive.

As he tracked the runner, he noticed that the shooting stopped when the runner made the crowd. Nice plan, too bad the crowds thinnin' right quick. He settled his sights on the runner just as he got to his comrade, and once again John slammed out three shots. Lets see how badly they need people. He thought as the rounds hit home. The first and second once again battered the target, destroying his shield, but this time the third round was meant to wound not kill outright. It tore through his lower abdomen causing significant damage, and left him screaming.

Dropping out of the line of fire, John keyed the comm. "Tango down."

 

[The Zango]

"Chin up man" said Ocara hurriedly as Karnak burst into the room, making Ocara realise the true danger of the situation. And so, having only just descended them, Ocara made his way up the stairs to the roof once more, unfolding his sniper rifle as he did so.

Once he arrived on the roof, he was greeted with a hail of fire being sent towards the roof, and which forced him to take cover against roofs rightmost low wall.

Realising that it would be difficult to get a shot off from his current position, Ocara looked around quickly, spotted the apartment building to the left of Elixr and formed a plan. The Turian activated his tactical cloak, drew his pistol and began to sprint towards the apartment building, firing a few silenced shots into a lower window before jumping the low wall infront of him and, after a brief period of sailing thorough the air, crashed through the window he'd weakened with his shots.

He was in, now it was time to 'requisition' an apartment or two and fight back, and so, the Turian moved off, hacking into a nearby street facing apartment and setting up in the window, completely oblivious to the scared Salarian that was cowering under his table, as a cloaked mercenary entered his apartment.

But of course, Ocara paid him no heed, as he was too busy in the Salarians window, quickly scanning the street for targets below.

 

[Robert632]

"This is just wonderful." Muttered Preven as he shuffled towards the door, reluctant to go where the fight was likely to start. "I come into work, fully expecting an uneventful day of tossing out the disorderly, and now I get drafted into someone's personal miltia." Continued Preven to himself, walking through the door.

Entering the main area of the club, Preven could hear some shots coming from outside and could see some people rushing about, but Preven ignored them and instead headed for the bar, planning on getting a quick drink before he'd get shot at.

Spoiler: Just saying hi

Also, here's my sheet in case anyone's interested.

Spoiler: Character Sheet:

Name: Preven Sellezal

Gender:Male

Race:Turian

Age:32

Appearance: Slightly taller then average, but also slightly slighter then the average.

Class:Engineer

Powers: Hacking,Overload,Incinerate,Combat drone

Pre-Service Record: Trained as a techie during his service in the Turian military, Preven rarely saw any actual conflict, ussually being just one of the many who repaired the many damaged machines. After
his service ended, he tried to find somewhere for employment, first looking for tech-related jobs, but started lowering his standerds to taking whatever jobs he could, ultimatly taking a job as a bouncer on Omega
Psychological Profile: During the years he spent drifting and looking for a job, Preven became pessimistic, believing that any good thing to happen to him was to good to be true. To cope with this, Preven attempted to lose himself in his job,Attempting to intimidate those who he deems are "disruptive" with varying levels of success.

Notes:Owns a used M-3 Predator pistol, bought shortly after coming to Omega for his own protection during his job.

 

[XxSummonerxX]

R-R-R-R-R-R-R-RETCON!