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Post by Game Master on May 21, 2014 23:14:53 GMT -6
Deep within the veins of the Relay system, a single vessel flowed at unimaginable speed toward the Ismar Frontier. The path a stream of dimly glowing dark plasma, its flow carving a path through the body of space. The ship flowed with the stream, speeding and slowing with each pulse from the system. They were on their way to resupply at Hito, one of the most successful Helium-3 gas giants in the galaxy. Many corporations and mercenary groups vie for control of the entire system, creating enough chaos and violence for a Collector ship to slip in and out unnoticed. It makes the system absolutely perfect for the Esteban for resupplying. It would be next to impossible for anyone to find the ship there once they arrive.
[GM Note: Welcome to the beginning of the second arc of the story. The goal of this arc is to introduce side-missions into the main overarching plot. The side-missions will be optional, giving hints at what's going on in the background in the Mass Effect universe. The option for the first side-mission will begin in two days.
GM Note, request for information: I'm looking for what you would like to happen with your character. I'm sure you have ideas for the future and I would love to work with you to create something new and fun for you and everyone else. So would you like something in the past with your character to rear its head? Maybe you'd like something Reaper-related? Send me a message please with your ideas. I'll work with you to make them work. I tend to like to keep everyone surprised with future events, so I will put a unique spin on it... and you have my word I'll do everything I can to make it interesting and fun for you and everyone else]
Within the Valiant, everything is about as calm as could be expected. Esteban presented the extensive background checks he ran on all the current crew. Parr ran around happily, occasionally playfully tackling various PCs to wrestle them. Training and laughter could be heard throughout the ship.
[RP Note: Please, have fun. The GM will post the set-up for the first optional side-mission on Friday evening.]
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Post by Maelstrom on May 22, 2014 0:08:53 GMT -6
Maelstrom was leaning against the back corner of the engine room. Nowhere to run, but no way someone could sneak up behind him either. His posture was relaxed, the only hint of his unease being the SMG he held in his right hand. His arms were crossed, his left hand resting less than an inch from where one of his grenades was stored. In an instant, he could unleash hell if he suspected threat or betrayal.
The message from Miss Havens was, more or less, what he had been hoping for. He expected that they would both either leave the compartment on better terms or that one of them would never see the outside of the room again.
Maelstrom took another deep, calming breath, before using his audio interface to order up a piece of classical music to stream through his earpiece. Wearing his helmet made him feel more secure, but it also tended to narrow his vision in all ways except optically. When he had it on, he felt more willing to resort to violence. He chose to leave the helmet inside the Vengeance for this meeting. This was not the time or place for that outlook.
At least, he hoped not...
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 22, 2014 10:45:36 GMT -6
The turian sat in the chair in the large cafeteria room as he checked his equipment. The turian especially took the time to start sharpening his blades, the sound of the stone stroking the blades echoes through out the room. He needed to be prepared, he was always ready, ready for anything that might kill him or the crew. His mind was clear on the mission and what he has to do.. then a familiar thought came to his head.
He ceased what he was doing, pondering for the longest time. He then sighed, putting away his stone and blades. He slowly raises his arm and activates his omni-tool, typing on it. A picture then pops up, one with Artacus and what seems to be a turian child. Both of them are happy in the picture, just playing around. Artacus smiled slightly at the sight, eyeing the picture for a moment.
A loud clanking sound would be heard just outside the cafeteria. He turned to the sound and closed the picture, picking up his stone and continued to sharpen his blades. The sound once again echoing through out the room.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 22, 2014 14:11:49 GMT -6
From the way Parr wrestled and licked it was clear that the varren had no hard feelings against Eric since the incident with the ancient Keeper many weeks ago. The N7 vet gently shimmied out from under the Valiant’s mascot and picked up its toy nearby, holding it above its head.
Parr… you look more like a ‘Woola’ to me, he mused to himself recalling the name of John Carter’s faithful companion from another book he had read when he was young, A Princess of Mars. Eric wished he had some kind of pet – a dog, cat, bird, even fish - that could have helped him cope with life at home and the neighborhood. Iskra’s pet afforded him a chance to live out that fantasy, if only in a very loose sense. Quite by accident he discovered that Parr seemed to know a trick or two.
“Okay, just like you did before,” said Eric “Sit…?”
Parr cocked its head.
“Sit…?”
Slowly the varren sat upon its rump.
“Goood! Now, up…? Up…?”
Faltering then steady, Parr pushed off on his front legs and then balanced with its paws folded in front of its chest.
“Okay, now hold still.” Eric carefully placed the toy on its snout.
“Steady…”
His hand slowly moved away. “Steady…”
Parr kept on balancing. Eric could tell he was getting anxious to set down again and play with his toy. Eric let him know he was free to go.
“Good boy!”
Parr flicked up the toy and caught it in its jaw as he went on all fours again, shaking its head vigorously following the instincts to subdue captured prey. With a satisfied snort the varren turned and trotted off leaving Eric with a wide smile.
Parr… for the course… I guess Parr works, too…
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Post by dargene on May 22, 2014 16:00:31 GMT -6
Meldom walked pass Parr on the way in seeing him wagging his tail with a toy in his mouth, he did not know why but it caused him to smile a little, thats when he saw Eric standing in the room, Meldom decided he should go talk to eric to try to gage what he thought of the new people. he walked upto him and started to speak.
"Nice to work with you again" he started "Done anything interesting in the past month ?"
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on May 22, 2014 20:22:05 GMT -6
The ship wasn't too hard to get around, it was rather easy, all things considered. Though, the fact he was stood inside of a turian made ship humored him, yet annoyed him severely. But he was willing to compromise, having been in worst places then the ship itself. Once exiting the elevator from the shuttle entrance, he made his way through the area, towards the cafeteria. To much of his distaste, he eyes Artacus, but shrugs all the same. He moves to the same table as his, setting his bag on the table, before turning to look towards him.
"I swear I find your bird ass everywhere I go..", he grunts out as he looks towards him, his eyes scanning him.
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 22, 2014 20:52:45 GMT -6
Artacus looked up to the krogan and ceased sharpening the gauntlet's claws, glaring back at the krogan. He was a bit unsatisfied that the same krogan has been following him everywhere, turning up in the same places as him. "Of course.. it seems you're following my every step.." He replied to the lizard, gently placing down his gauntlet. "I knew it was you anyway, I could hear you stomping down the corridor... very loudly." He said as he crossed his arms on the table.
"You lizards are clumsy beasts, as always." He asserted, a small red glimmer from his eye shines at the krogan as he blinks.
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Post by Eric Lysander on May 23, 2014 7:53:58 GMT -6
As Parr left the room Meldom entered looking a bit amused at the varren. "Nice to work with you again" he started "Done anything interesting in the past month?”
“Hey, Meldom. Same here,” replied Eric. “My visit to Cartagena; my enlistment bid were the month’s highlights. The rest of the time I drifted, lookin’ over my shoulder for anyone a bit more curious than normal. ‘Bout you? Ever hear from your pal Cruendi’has? I figured he'd be invited back on this new job. He did save Mal’s life after all…”
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on May 23, 2014 7:54:53 GMT -6
Karn soon finds himself smirking. As usual, his head was shoved practically up his ass, to be expected.. As much as he loathed the turian, Artacus was a man to respect, at least somewhat.. He was tolerable, but his ice cold attitude was enough to even make him feel a cold presence around him. "Was expectin' the hostile treatment.. And since when the hell was it me makin' a noise?", he grunts out. "I ain't that damn loud, bird..", he rests his arm on the table, keeping the same smirk on his face as he does.
"You lizards are clumsy beasts, as always."
"Should I take offence to that? Oh, I can just feel the tears welling up now..", he spouts in a sarcastic tone, before chuckling to himself.
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 23, 2014 9:35:18 GMT -6
The turian turned his head slightly and squinted his eyes. He never really expected that kind of reaction from a krogan, he seemed calm... mostly.
"Uh-huh.. right." He replied, adjusting his sleeve while remaining eye contact with the krogan. He didn't like krogans at all, especially with hammers. Still, he respected them as strong opponents. "What brings you to this table? I never remembered giving you permission to sit here.." He responded as he calmly stared at the hulking beast.
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on May 23, 2014 10:13:41 GMT -6
Karn blinks a moment, before smirking. He eyes the turian for a brief moment, before shrugging his large, broad shoulders. He knew he was getting a reaction of him, probably hasn't met a krogan without his brain being as close to his ass as possible.. It amused him that he believed the rumors and stereotypes. It made him wish he punched him right then and there, but he wasn't in the mood to do it.
"What brings you to this table? I never remembered giving you permission to sit here..", the turian responds.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot you owned an -ENTIRE- table..", he chuckles out. "I don't need your permission to sit where I want, buddy.."
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Post by Joe Fischer on May 23, 2014 12:36:05 GMT -6
Joe looked up from his meal to see the turian and krogan arguing again. It couldn't help but make him think of the friendly insults he and Lysander had been throwing each other's way since the meeting, and he wondered if this was the same case or if they really hated each other.
Fuck it, here goes nothing...
"You know, you two aren't fooling anybody," he said. "But I do have one question, though: will it be a spring or summer wedding?"
The image of them doing it suddenly flashed through his mind, and he shuddered.
I think I just threw up in my head...
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on May 23, 2014 13:05:41 GMT -6
"You know, you two aren't fooling anybody," he said. "But I do have one question, though: will it be a spring or summer wedding?"
Karn practically shudders, his eye twitching as he turns towards the human. His face spelt it all, the thoughts of death, slaughter, pain and other gruesome, scary things.. He continues to smirk however, finding humor in his gutsy insult. Before long however, he laughs out a little, before slamming his palm into the table.
"You're lucky I don't tear your arms off and beat you to death with em', human..", he chuckles out.
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 23, 2014 13:44:55 GMT -6
The turian slowly turned his head to the human, gazing at him with a cold stare. Him, with a krogan? He didn't take kindly to his joke, it disgusted him. Artacus didn't respond, leaning down to his bag and rummages through it. He takes out another gauntlet and what seems to be vials of green liquid. "I'm already mentally disturbed, so don't put such disgustingly lewd images in my head." He said, swishing around the vial before screwing it in a circular slot on the gauntlet.
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Post by Joe Fischer on May 23, 2014 14:36:24 GMT -6
Joe smiled back at the krogan. "Oh, Karn, you silver-tongued devil, you're making me blush," he said and laughed.
He then looked over at the turian and said, "And I suppose this is the part where I pass out in fear from that little "mentally disturbed" remark? News flash, pal, we're flying blind into a Collector base to take it down with just a handful of people, so I'd say we've all got first-class tickets on the crazy train."
For a moment he wondered if he'd gone too far with the turian. The krogan seemed to be able to take a joke, but the turian...
Okay, time to change tactics...
"Look, I know you're damn good at what you do," he said. "But so am I. So is Karn, so is Lysander, so is Meldom and that quarian, he's probably damn good at whatever he does too, even if he doesn't have any manners. The boss, I can tell he doesn't waste his money hiring amateurs and idiots. So let's stop wasting our time trying to impress each other, okay? I'm sure we'll all have plenty of opportunities for that once we hit the Collector base."
He extended his hand to the turian.
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Post by dargene on May 23, 2014 14:43:11 GMT -6
Meldom listened to Eric as he spoke about what he had been doing.
"Bout you?"
Meldom nodded "Not much, aquired some priceless things that clients wanted, they put a price on them quite well" he smiled
"Ever hear from your pal Cruendi’has? I figured he'd be invited back on this new job. He did save Mal’s life after all…”
Meldoms smile faded as he scratched the back of his head "Not heard a thing since the last job, guess he had a better one lined up or was busy with batarian things.." he trailed off "So what do you think of the new people"
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 23, 2014 16:20:13 GMT -6
Artacus glances at the humans hand, then looks back up to him "I'd rather not do a handshake.", He responded as he picked up his gauntlet and screwed another vial onto the second gauntlet. He then fits the gauntlet on his hands and flicks his wrist, extending the blades from the gauntlet outward. The turian leans down to pick up the grinding stone and continues to sharpen the claws.
"But yes, we are all good at what we do.", he replied once again, keeping a keen eye on his work.
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Post by Game Master on May 23, 2014 21:45:34 GMT -6
[GM Note: The Communication]
"Incoming message," Thomas' voice came through the Valiant's communication channel, making a general announcement to the crew. His voice was normally casual and friendly, now was calm and professional. "Patching it through."
No matter where you were at on the ship, you would be hearing this as the comm channel was present through the entire vessel.
Static. "Pavalen-Clan," the filtered half-robotic voice and labored breathing of a Volus came through. "We invoke the protection you promised us when we became your client race. We have been boarded by pirates. Please. We cannot hold on for much longer. You need to he...."
Static...
"They aren't replying to any hails," Thomas spoke up again. "But I was able to find out that the SOS came from a Volus cargo vessel called the Delear. We are the only ship close by that can offer assistance."
Thomas stops talking at this point, waiting to receive instruction.
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Post by Esteban Bridges on May 23, 2014 22:04:36 GMT -6
Esteban immediately gets on the comm channel while climbing down the ladder for the hidden exit/entrance from the captain's personal chambers.
"Everyone report to the Command Station immediately," he said quickly, his hands and feet working in unison to get down the rungs as quickly as humanly possible. "You heard the distress beacon. We have to decide what to do."
Esteban popped open the panel behind the medbay, sliding down to his feet from the hidden chute-tunnel. He stretched for a moment before closing the panel behind him and rushed to the destination.
[RP Note - All Esteban will want to do is as for a vote if anything else. So feel free to start RPing when your character gets there with Esteban asking your thoughts on it]
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Post by PaladinKOSP on May 23, 2014 22:19:42 GMT -6
The turian's head perked up at the volus' plea of help through the comm channel, undoing the strap that held his gauntlet in place and put the rest of his essentials into his bag.
"Everyone report to the Command Station immediately, you heard the distress beacon. We have to decide what to do."
Artacus shrugged his shoulders and swung his duffle bag over his shoulder, making his way to the command station quickly without saying a word. Volus' were the client race of the turians, although the Volus' are greedy of their credits, they are at least useful when it comes to helping with the Hierachy's economy. He made haste down the corridor toward the direction of the command station, ready for what life has to throw at him.
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