N7 Special Operations (OPEN, send sheets to GM)
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The guard turned to Ai, and gave a quick scan. "Welcome aboard... Private? There isn't a name here... or a regiment... or... anything... but... you've been cleared personally by Rear Admiral David Thorel. Welcome aboard I guess..."
The other guard was stopped Komma in his tracks. "Komma'Rinnel vas Lokshi..." the scan revealed"Permitted, but keep under surveillance, by order of Engineer Meli'Dolah Vas Adelaide." "Welcome aboard."
Both guards turned to face Lon. "A Volus? This is a military operation. Get out of here." one of them chuckled.
The other guard was stopped Komma in his tracks. "Komma'Rinnel vas Lokshi..." the scan revealed"Permitted, but keep under surveillance, by order of Engineer Meli'Dolah Vas Adelaide." "Welcome aboard."
Both guards turned to face Lon. "A Volus? This is a military operation. Get out of here." one of them chuckled.
Lon shook his head.
"Name is Lon Klack, listed as Engineering and Explosive expert, ask David Thorel if my species isn't listed."
"Name is Lon Klack, listed as Engineering and Explosive expert, ask David Thorel if my species isn't listed."
"Welcome aboard... Private? There isn't a name here... or a regiment... or... anything... but... you've been cleared personally by Rear Admiral David Thorel. Welcome aboard I guess..."
Ai simply nodded and stepped aboard. "The Volus is with us."
Ai simply nodded and stepped aboard. "The Volus is with us."
"Right..." the guard said sarcastically. He gave Lon a quick scan and quickly stuttered. "Oh... I d-didn't realise sir.. we-welcome aboard."
"Next time, do not try to be speciest."
"The next time you see a Krogan berserking and rushing at you with nothing but his bare hands, remind him that not all of his race are like that."
Litherax stepped up, the final member of the group.
"Litherax Fadonis, Turian. Now get on with the search I'm sure someone ordered for you to do back at the barracks."
"The next time you see a Krogan berserking and rushing at you with nothing but his bare hands, remind him that not all of his race are like that."
Litherax stepped up, the final member of the group.
"Litherax Fadonis, Turian. Now get on with the search I'm sure someone ordered for you to do back at the barracks."
After a quick scan the guards lashed out and quickly grappled Litherax. They forced him to the ground and cuffed his hands behind his back, then removed his weapons. "By order of Rear Admiral Thorel you are temporarily detained until further notice for disobeying orders from a direct superior. We are taking your weapons for security scans, and you will be detained in our cargo hold. Any attempts to escape will be met with your immediate execution for treason against the Earth Systems Alliance." growled the guard.
As one of the guards led Litherax aboard the ship, the other opened his Omni-Tool and muttered "Rear Admiral Thorel, Chief Enginner Dolah, Fadonis has been detained aboard the Istanbul as per your instructions. We await further orders. Istanbul out."
As one of the guards led Litherax aboard the ship, the other opened his Omni-Tool and muttered "Rear Admiral Thorel, Chief Enginner Dolah, Fadonis has been detained aboard the Istanbul as per your instructions. We await further orders. Istanbul out."
Name: Jon Quinn
Race: Human
Class: Adept
Age: 26
Abilities: Stasis, Warp, Barrier, Throw, Pull.
Equipment: L5x Biotic Implants, a barrier generator
Weapons: M-6 Carnifax
Appearance: White skinned male with Dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is about 6 feet tall, thin, and has a few marks down his left arm from early Biotic training.
Clothing: When off duty he wears a dark red hoodie with black trousers and occasion- usual human attire. He has some formal wear for special occasions but given the current crisis they've been gathering dust. He normally won't wear any protection when in public as he assumes his biotics should be more than enough protection on civilised worlds.
Armour: Black N7 armour with a Crimson line painted down from his left shoulder down to his hand. A reference to the burn he received at the start of the war.
General Bio: Born in 2170 in the Northern Irish supermetropolis, Jon was quickly identified from a young age of having biotic abilities.. Jon's family moved to Terra Nova to avoid the animosity and, frankly fear some members of Earth's population had for biotics. In 2181 Jon joined the Alliance military to see more of the galaxy and was initially stationed as part of the Alliance 6th fleet orbiting Terra Nova.
After the Geth War it was decided his biotic abilities were being under-utilised and as such he was transferred to the Citadel to defend it. Jon stayed there for several years in Tayseri Ward.
He maintained good relations with the Alliance brass and eventually joined C-Sec, helping to put down several major crime rings until he was drafted to the N7 Spec Ops for his superb track record and biotic abilities.
Race: Human
Class: Adept
Age: 26
Abilities: Stasis, Warp, Barrier, Throw, Pull.
Equipment: L5x Biotic Implants, a barrier generator
Weapons: M-6 Carnifax
Appearance: White skinned male with Dark brown hair and brown eyes. He is about 6 feet tall, thin, and has a few marks down his left arm from early Biotic training.
Clothing: When off duty he wears a dark red hoodie with black trousers and occasion- usual human attire. He has some formal wear for special occasions but given the current crisis they've been gathering dust. He normally won't wear any protection when in public as he assumes his biotics should be more than enough protection on civilised worlds.
Armour: Black N7 armour with a Crimson line painted down from his left shoulder down to his hand. A reference to the burn he received at the start of the war.
General Bio: Born in 2170 in the Northern Irish supermetropolis, Jon was quickly identified from a young age of having biotic abilities.. Jon's family moved to Terra Nova to avoid the animosity and, frankly fear some members of Earth's population had for biotics. In 2181 Jon joined the Alliance military to see more of the galaxy and was initially stationed as part of the Alliance 6th fleet orbiting Terra Nova.
After the Geth War it was decided his biotic abilities were being under-utilised and as such he was transferred to the Citadel to defend it. Jon stayed there for several years in Tayseri Ward.
He maintained good relations with the Alliance brass and eventually joined C-Sec, helping to put down several major crime rings until he was drafted to the N7 Spec Ops for his superb track record and biotic abilities.
A man in his mid-twenties and outfitted in mostly black body armour looked at his omni-tool for a moment and looked at the number reading out on the elevator ''Don't these go any faster?!'' he shouted to himself. When the elevator doors swung open he grabbed a large suitcase which contained his belongings and darted towards the largest ship on the dock.
''Jon Quinn, N7 Special Ops. This is the Adelaide isn't it?'' he told the officers breathlessly, showing his Omni-tool for identification.
"Ravvik, Vorcha, N7 A-05. Cleared. Welcome aboard sir."
Ravvik walked aboard, he wasn't sure where he was meant to go in the ship so he decided to simply wait for the others to join him. He glanced about, it was a nice enough ship he supposed, though he had developed a fondness for some of the odd decorative choices of the krogan he had travelled with in the past he felt he would adjust quickly to this ship.
Ravvik walked aboard, he wasn't sure where he was meant to go in the ship so he decided to simply wait for the others to join him. He glanced about, it was a nice enough ship he supposed, though he had developed a fondness for some of the odd decorative choices of the krogan he had travelled with in the past he felt he would adjust quickly to this ship.
"This is the Istanbul Mr. Quinn." said the guard in a plain monotone. The guard gave him a quick scan, then glanced up. "Welcome aboard Mr. Quinn. Please report to Captain Nilus Kyral for a mission briefing if you haven't received one already."
I'll post more later, it's 2:00AM here right now, and I need SLEEP.
Welcome aboard Mr. Quinn. Please report to Captain Nilus Kyral for a mission briefing if you haven't received one already.
''Oh, sorry''Jon nodded and made his way onto the Instanbul. ''Eh,...Hello?'' He said, walking towards the Vorcha, ''Sorry, I've never met one of your kind, only in the vids'' he told him embarrassingly. He looked around the clean, dim ship. ''So who else is here? Species wise I mean.'' he asked, hoping he didn't come off as racist.
''Oh, sorry''Jon nodded and made his way onto the Instanbul. ''Eh,...Hello?'' He said, walking towards the Vorcha, ''Sorry, I've never met one of your kind, only in the vids'' he told him embarrassingly. He looked around the clean, dim ship. ''So who else is here? Species wise I mean.'' he asked, hoping he didn't come off as racist.
Ai glanced behind her at the new arrival, whose last name was apparently Quinn. As usual, she didn't say anything, but gave silent thanks that she wasn't the only human on this mission anymore. She only wished now that there was another woman. And that her suit wasn't so form-fitting.