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[MocaPoka]

NPC: Mileeya Edalas
Location: Citadel Presidium (Apartment)

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A soft sound on her Omni-tool chirped at the maiden Asari to wake. The morning alarm, a recording from an Earth bird called a Robin.

Mileeya had never seen one of the birds outside of a picture or a vid; but they seemed like small, cute things. Excitable, colorful, and friendly. Flickering from Earth’s black and brown trees with an innocent sense of adventure and free-spirited fun. The feathers they sported looked as soft as a human’s hair. Their bodies small and fragile; easily crushed and short lived. Just like how all life on that planet was.

Rolling over, Mileeya untangled her blue limbs from her bed partner. The lightly tanned skinned human form snuggled into her bed and mumbled something in her sleep. So small and cute. A strange thing to think about a soldier or warrior, even if they were from one of the shorter-lived species. Once very few humans in their military got to travel to the Citadel and almost all of those that did were well trained and honed by combat. It was far more common now after the Geth attack; still she deserved respect and not pity. Hopefully all their kind would one day.

With some reluctance, Mileeya went to the next room to take a shower. Entering the falling hot waters she turned on a monitor to watch the news while she freshened herself.

Most of the current news was dominated by the steady population climb of humans on the Citadel. Politics, housing, the economy and a million other things were being reshaped at speeds faster than light on the Station. It was making everyone unconformable and tense. You could feel the pressure building in the station and as far as Mileeya could see it was only going to be with careful manipulation that the humans were going to be probably settled in with having the galaxy fall on top of them and everyone else. The Asari would help guide them to safety though, even if they would never learn of it.

A flick of a new's channel and now a charity event was shown. It was being held for the families of fallen C-Sec officers, and hosted by a human male of all things. Michael Qrowvl. A late Matron staged human (in Asari terms), with money and influence that tickled more than a few crests the wrong way in the diplomatic service. She had been asked more than a few times to help type up dossiers on the human and had so far avoided the boring work. Perhaps if she went to the charity event and wrote a quick report that might help her superiors to pass the Skyball over to someone else regarding Qrowvl.

Finished with her shower Mileeya quickly dried herself and stepped back into her bedroom. Her bed partner was up and dressed. The female human glanced at her before blushing and looking down. Mileeya smiled and slowly put on casual clothing.

“You will need to return to your ship soon will you not Alexa?” Mileeya asked in human English as the Alliance Marine twisted her brown hair into a tight knot; much to Mileeya’s fascination. Human hair: especially the long kind, was an interesting thing.

“Umm… yeah. I should get back soon… sorry.”

Mileeya giggled in the way that she knew most humans liked. She waved Alexa into her eating and cooking room. With well-practiced motions she started to grab ingredients for a human friendly meal. Eggs from a bird called a turkey and meat from another bird called a chicken… or was it the other way around? Regardless she added in the needed spices, oils, and began to fry up the avian morning meal.

“There is no need to apologize. You have an important duty. Especially in the current times. When do you think you will be back?” Mileeya used the reflection from her fridge to look at the human’s reaction to her question. She was sitting at the table and seemed happy and content. That was good.

“I’m not sure. My XO told us hopefully in three months or so. Lots of crazy stuff has been popping up out their lately.”

“Oh? It won’t be dangerous will it?”

“I think its just patrolling the traverse. So, you never really know. I’m sure we will be fine though. Apparently we will be flying with a Turian ship. Must be a show of force for the pirates and Geth or just a partnership mission with the Turians.”

Mileeya finished cooking her cracked eggs and strips of meat. Sitting down at her dining table she ate the meal with Alexa. The young human asked her several questions about how she knew how to make “bacon and eggs” and Mileeya asked a few more questions about the possible dangers of the human’s deployment. The Asari made sure to mentally categorize everything that she had been told so that it would be easier to recall and type up later.

With a happy and fed human; Mileeya called a skycar and programed the VI to fly them from her apartment in the Presidium to the docking bay where Alexa’s ship was docked. The fly over was smooth with traffic being minimal. Looking down, Mileeya could still see some of the lingering damage from the Geth attack. She wondered how long it would take for all the damage to be repaired and forgotten about. She also wondered if that would be a good thing or not.

With a few last kisses and promises to see each other again; Alexa was walking up the ramp to her large ship and Mileeya was flying back to her small apartment. She needed to write down her report on Cpl Alexa Turner and the new deployment timeline and assessed mission for the SSV Elbrus. Any Dreadnought classed ship movement was of concern for the Asari Republics; especially when they were human Dreadnoughts.

Back at her apartment Mileeya typed up her reports, changed into a Thessian dress, and reworked her calendar for when the humans that she knew on different ships would be coming back to the station. Jeannette was supposed to be returning in a few weeks after the SSV Cape Town finished attacks on pirate strongholds. No other human contacts or friends would be back during that time so it would make things easier. Humans often liked to be the “only ones” when it came to even casual relationships that involved intimacy. Mileeya had discovered early in her interactions with humans that it was best not to lie about other relationships, but it was also best to simply not bring it up unless directly asked.

Finished with her early work, Mileeya called another public skycar and began her daily commute fly to the Asari Diplomatic Office.

 

[Cierra]

Name: Rasha Gallegos
Location: C-Sec Offices, Zakera Ward


"No mames." Rasha calmly said, her hand tapping her inner thigh in both annoyance and anxiety. She was sitting in the Zakera Ward office of C-Sec, dealing with the least enjoyable part of her day; getting her patrol route. She hadn't been with the force nor Zakera Ward's office for long before the new Captain was rolled in. Captain Bailey. He was no non-sense and straight to the point. Which at first glance made Rasha think the two of them were going to get along like Salarians and science, until it came to light that Bailey was willing to break the occasional rule and accept bribes. He was crooked, though he seemed to mean well, his intent had thus far been on getting results from his officers. Regardless of the reasons, it didn't sit right with Rasha that a captain would behave like that. But it wasn't like she really the leverage or position to get anyone important enough to listen to her.

"I'll assume whatever you just said translates as 'Understood, sir, I'll head to the charity ball right away'. If it were up to me, you wouldn't go, but Executor Pallin saw your service record and wants you there to look good. Its politics but its politics that make us look good for once." In the dim blue lights of the early morning precinct headquarters, Bailey seemed almost like an angry specter. He was rubbing his temple as he looked down at Rasha, a smidgen of annoyance in his tone as he spoke.

"Oh, si, cabrón, si. I'll head down right away, ignoring all the crying kids and cats in tree's I see along the way. I wouldn't want to keep Micheal Qrowvl waiting." She stood up from her chair, pantomiming shaking the dust from her uniform as she did so, even going so far as to pull imaginary hair from her shoulders. Bailey simply sighed and returned to his own desk, internally throwing his hands up in defeat. Rasha smirked, pulling her short black hair back into a ponytail as she stuffed a service cap over it. She hated wearing hats but anything was better then having her face showing up on every news program for the week. She didn't think a hat would do much to hide her face but it was worth a try. Scooping her sidearm from her desk and holstering it, she stepped out of the office.

Zakera Ward wasn't the worse place on the citadel to be, in her mind that was the diplomats offices, where the big wigs roamed. Exectuor Pallin was there, aside from him, there was no real reason she would ever have to go there, save from running her usual beat routes. Zakera ward was still a rough place to be stationed, just not the worst. Rasha walked through the ward, trying her best to not notice the usual goings-on of the ward. One corner had an Elcor and Krogan meeting, both becoming quiet when she passed by, their eyes following her until she was out of view. Another had a pair of Asari, both looking amazed at some clothes they were holding up between them. A gaudy piece made for the dance floor as opposed to wearing in public. It left little to the imagination but both seemed enamored with it. Judging that they were tucked away between a series of shops, it might have been shoplifted. Still, not her concern today.

Zakera ward was always a mess, and the SkyCar terminal was no better. A large group of Turians and humans, all wearing military attire, were gathered around it. Rasha figured it would take a hot minute before she would get a chance to actually board, settling on twiddling her thumbs while she waited almost an hour for the entire party to disperse. It was an out going group of Alliance Navy and Turian military heading out. No doubt on patrol for Geth stragglers from the recent attack. She had seen a few ships docked that weren't usually there. The SSV Cape Town came to mind, she rememberd seeing it docked just the day prior on her patrol. She hadn't served on it but had been on board for a ceremony or two.

An hour of waiting before the group finally left. Rasha was already contemplating ditching the ball and just taking on a random route. At that point she would have preferred patrolling the Presidium over going to a charity event where she would be forced to stand around and stare off into space. Or worse, shake hands with politicians and tell her story of the Geth assualt on the C-Sec academy. For the umpteenth time. She boarded into a SkyCar, quickly programming the VI to the charity event before leaning her head on the window and closing her eyes, waiting for the worst to come.

And come it did. When the VI alerted her to her arrival at the charity event, the SkyCar had already landed, nearly center of the entrance avenue, meaning that as she got out, the press making reports outside of the event proper could see her. It was a high end building, like most in the Presidium were. Tall windows with elegant views of the lake, a calm tan exterior and balconies for patrons to sit in as the day strolled by. A small section of it was set aside for SkyCars, with an equally close media only section to pester anyone coming or going. One, a fellow human in a dark blue dress with red sleeves practically grabbed her arm to pull Rasha in front of a camera the second she got out of her SkyCar, which also promptly left her with those sharks.

"And here's one officer now, just arriving for the Charity Event," the news reporter began, looking into her broadcasting drone. She was in her late forties, with that practiced smile only a news anchor could do. Still, if Rasha had wanted to punch above her age range, she wasn't an unattractive woman. The news reporter continued as the drone situated itself to focus on the both of them, "With the growing political turmoil on the Citadel, amidst growing concerns with an ever more human Citadel Security Services, do you feel that the Systems Alliance is throwing its weight around in the wake of the Geth assault?"

"Uh, at this time C-Sec's only concern is the safety of everyone in the-on the Citadel, ma'am." The anchor didn't flinch as she stuttered out a non-answer, instead turning back to her camera to continue her broadcast, seemingly unfazed by the lack of a more quotable response from Rasha. Not that Rasha was complaining, she quickly slipped away and into the crowded building, doing her best to avoid any other attention.

 

[DSLIX]

Armani King
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Location: His Lower Wards Apartment , Presidium Charity Event
Armani awakens with a sudden jolt of consciousness opening his eyes feeling fully rested, he sighs and yawns lightly before checking his comms and sees he has a message from his superior officer "No investigation today, guard duty for the charity event at these coordinates no later than 9 o clock you get to escort the main man of the event". He lets out a heavy sigh before getting out of bed and checking the time to see it he had a few hours till 9. He goes to a open space in his room where there's a towel stretched out on the floor and sits on it before starting a sequence of morning stretches. Those stretches turned into full blown calisthenics workouts as he starts by going into a handstand and then doing push-ups from the position, switching into jump squats, and then lastly a superman hold. After about 30 minutes of repeating he does some more light stretches and pulls out his security uniform leaving it neatly laid out on his bed, he then walks into his bathroom and strips down to take a cold shower. After his quick shower he gets dressed and looks at himself in the mirror trying to remember when was the last time he actually was in proper uniform and if the uniform was always this small as it heavily defined Armani's bulky chest and broad shoulders, he then leaves his room to enter a narrow hallway with only two other doors in it before quietly walking all the way to the end of the hall leading to a small living room connected to an even smaller kitchen. He goes into the kitchen and pulls out multiple ingredients to make BLT sandwiches and puts on a apron that's a way too small but has the words "#1 Dad" on it with the word "Dad" crossed out and the word "Uncle" written sloppily under it. His first ever gift from his younger cousin that was only 7 years old at the time and he couldn't help but adore it even though they both know he's not her uncle she still insists to call him that anyways always saying "You act too old to be like a brother". After he finishes cooking the sandwiches he goes to wash the dishes and hears a door open in the hallway immediately knowing who it was and in his normal booming deep voice he said "BLT for breakfast also your gonna have to walk to the transit by yourself today I'm bout to leave in a few minutes". The response he gets was a barely audible mumble before hearing the hallway bathroom door close and a shower turn on, he then goes back to his room to brush his teeth and grab his submachine pistol and rather large and custom Krogan Warhammer. Him walking around with a huge Warhammer was a guaranteed way to attract stares and attention but also a good way to make people leave you alone, after throwing on a C-sec visor and baseball glasses with dark purple frames Armani leaves the apartment still having a little more than an hour to get to his destination.

On his way there he stops and a nearby convenience store and buys 3 vanilla conchas and a ice coffee as standing and listening to boring speeches and watching politicians mingle was nothing he was too fond of but it wasn't to bad either. Getting to the rapid transit he only saw one other officer waiting in a group of civilians though not recognizing him he only gave a small nod when the man met his gaze before patiently waiting for the transit to arrive. After about 20 minutes he finally arrives to the event and sees that it's still mostly being set up and the only people around was the people who were setting the event up and some human C-sec officers with military history and people who work at the high-end building. Seeing as he still had time to waste before he had to start playing officer he found a quiet bench to sit in as he ate a concha and sipped slowly on his ice coffee. As he waited he would watch as more officers arrive, some reporters, and even a few politicians who helped set the event up. Armani's large stature and Warhammer scared off most who looked his way but as he expected it actually attracted some reporters. He shoo'd off the ones who were barely brave enough to approach with a serious "Fuck off" but sadly it didn't work all the time. He was approached by a human reporter a woman who looked slightly older than he is now and a determined looked in her eye that told Armani she's a persistent one. "Khalisah al-Jilani reporter for-" Armani cut her off mid-sentence "I don't really care who you are, you can just address me as Officer K now you should hurry with the questions I'm gonna have to start working soon" Armani is standing at his full height by the time he finishes his sentence and as the reporter started to look at him with a scowl it completely disappeared off her face just as quick before she boots up her drone and prepares the interview.

"Khalisah al-Jilani reporting in for Westerlund News here with Officer K minutes before the charity event started, now officer as The Systems Alliance become more involved with Citadel politics and The Council do you feel growing tensions between your non-human associates" Armani sighs internally at the question realizing she's looking for anyway to boost human support and status even at the cost of making other species look bad and promptly calls her an asshole in his head before saying " I don't see why, we all have a common enemy and should support each other regardless of past incidents" he keeps a straight face and so does the reporter. She continues with another question "As a officer though you must notice the growing hate crimes against humans and faced some sort of discrimination yourself yes?" Armani almost laughed at this question but only lets out a smirk before saying "Of course I do and of course I have but anyone who was there during the Citadel attack should understand me when I say this. We need each other now more than ever because whether your human, asari, turian, krogan, salarian, or any other race out there the Geth will still shoot you down all the same so lets not tear each other down for them, now excuse me I have a job to do". Armani quickly walks past the reporter seeing Michael Qrowvl arrive makes himself a wall between the growing bundle of reporters and the politician's vehicle. Qrowvl steps out the car with the uptight rich guy look Armani sees on most politicians and almost makes a nasty scowl on his face but stays serious and escorts the man inside the building all the way to the stage area. Once getting Qrowvl to the stage he quickly switched positions with another officer and found himself a nice corner that's away from most people but also allowed him to get a good view of everyone there. Realizing he's probably gonna be here for the next few hours he places his Warhammer down heavy side down and uses it as a cane as he pulls out his second concha and starts to quietly snack on it while observing the event.

 

[Vexumin]

Name: Dennek
Location: Shalta Ward -(going to)- The Presidium

The geth attack. Now that was something. Dennek could not help but think back to then, but... its kind of hard to forget when you go to the destruction day in and day out. Just constant reminders of those that perished or those who had been wounded, possibly crippled. At least Denn did his part when it all happened. Found himself in the Presidium for some unfinished business. He often found himself in the Presidium for one reason or another. Drawn there to take care of matters or just to stay close to the embassy. Though he never wished to return home, he usually enjoyed receiving updates about the goings on of his people, especially his colony on Dekuuna.

These days though, he is usually at the Presidium for work. Plenty of construction that needs to be done. Each day contractors will take a handful of people from the various wards, shipping them to a section of the Presidium that needs tending to. Dennek was usually one of the folk chosen from the Shalta Ward for his strength. An elcor like him, unafraid of a little more movement than what is expected of his kind, made for valuable labor.

The usual work coordinator stood at the shuttle, looking over a datapad in hand. He called off names and those called would step onto the shuttle. Dennek would just stand silently among the crowd, waiting patiently and without a sound, just like the rest of these poor souls. He enjoyed his life on the citadel, but a lot of these people of various races seemed to have come to the citadel looking for opportunity. Not everyone is so lucky unfortunately. At the very least, the geth attack saw an increase in labor work. People itching for some extra credits waited day by day for their name to be called.

Fortunately for Dennek, he had connections to this particular contractor. Besides, working your average job helped him blend in to the rest of the civies. As much as a massive elcor like him could blend in.

"Dennek, you're up! Again." The words from the coordinator elicited an audible sigh from a few folk in the crowd. When Den is called, he usually takes up space enough for a few other workers, so a few less workers would be selected to join the others on the shuttle. At the very least, Den made up for it in hard work and ample strength. Who needs high tech when you've got a creature that can easily lug around the heavy stuff. Saved up credits not having to utilize the heavy equipment anyways. Though not everyone was pleased about the logic behind the choice. Den couldn't exactly blame them for their dismay. Some of them have families to feed.

Dennek loads up onto the shuttle, tucking himself along the middle of those inside. A harness is strapped around him to keep him stable. A short task, he doesn't move much when the humans work to get him hooked in and he'll often do what he can to help or make their job easier. From then on, it's just a short hop to the Presidium.

It is on the shuttle that locations and duties are assigned. Dennek was tasked to assist with embassy repairs. Emphasis on the assisting part. When it came to his work, there was no way that he could repair any electrical systems that where damaged or fix up any other systems. He strictly made the most of his abilities and transported materials as needed to whoever needed them. This often was the bulk of his day, but he didn't mind. It allowed him to speak to others in simple words, communicate through nods or a shake of the head. The days usually pass easy enough with minimal effort. Just his kind of work day.

 

[CatJones]

Laem'Yunna vas Waedoruk
Location: Presidium Embassy


Laem'Yunna wasn't surprised by what he saw the first time he came face to face with the Quarian Embassy. A small office tucked away from the other embassies, either out of shame for the race that inhabited it or the choice of whomever had set it up in the first place. Quarians were adapted to residing in as small a space as possible, it was almost homely with how tight the office was. It was furnished almost as barely as his own apartment was. A small couch acting as a waiting room, a desk with chairs, and a fairly nice purple carpet. If it just had a bed it would be match his apartment, sans the rug. A small door on the far end led to a bathroom, though it wasn't set up to deal with Quarian physiology. Laem had already made a mental note to add a anti-bacterial system to the room and lock it only to open for Quarian life suits.

The room was hardly large enough for him to stand shoulder to shoulder with three other other Quarians, but again, the size made it homely. Sitting down on the couch, his muscles tensed uncomfortably from a long night of labor. He had spent the night cleaning the room of the rubble from the recent Geth attack on the Citadel. Though any corpses had been removed, Laem had been told that the room had been used as a dumping ground for the Geth; those who couldn't be turned into a husk had been shoved into the embassy suite. To think that the Geth had been bothered enough to remove corpses. No, he mentally scolded himself, they removed the corpses to sterilize the battlefield from unnecessary things, things that could block their own foot paths in combat. He shifted in the seat, ignoring the strange noises that his suit made on the leather and grateful that his suit scrubbed any air he breathed in. He couldn't imagine that the office had a pleasant smell.

He forced himself up, ignoring the minor ache in his temples, and turning to face the glass doors, watching what little foot traffic he could see from the door. He had a clear view to the Turian Embassies front door. A pair of guards stood outside it, maintaining their watch. It couldn't have been more Turian. He turned on his omni-tool, having linked it to the offices mainframe at some point in the night, he waved his hand across the width of the door, watching as the embassies holoscreens turned on, simply noting what Embassy it was. Almost in a moment of pure coincidence, his omni-tool notified him of a new message. From the office of one Sha'ira. He had heard the name, but he couldn't place where. The name was Asari, but that was all he could really glream from it. She was a consort and was willing to open a slot for him to make acquaintances. Asari tended to be very social creatures, which was also a circle he tended to shy away from.

He settled back down, this time on the other side of his desk. He once again found himself looking out into the yard beyond his office. He had already requested a meeting with the new council, and until that happened he had only two things he could: Wait for that meeting and wait for his
security team' to dig up any information about his daughters killer.​