Fandom Mass Effect- The Spirit of Plenix - Additional IC

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver was barely able to suppress his laughter at Rulan's reaction to Lania's theft. His face was just too funny for it, and it was good he had received his comeuppance for his pranks. Then the boss appeared and laid out their mission.


Oliver nodded his head when he heard the team that would be making the pick up. Made since after all. Senthus would most likely have the greatest experience in leadership, Brixx would be a show of strength to the potential assassins, Kveer and Raya were both competent, and Radcet was.... Oliver actually didn't know much of what Radcet was good for from his observations, other than obtaining injuries from his unfiltered speech. And of course, Oliver was the medic and could keep both his team and the clients alive in case they are harmed.


Oliver was kind of disappointed that Lania wouldn't be joining, seeing as her skill was quite impressive, and wholeheartedly agreed with the vorcha'a idea. "I do believe that bringing Lania with us would have a positive effect on the mission," he said nodding towards the polite vorcha. "After all, having a Vorcha that has the skill of a ninja on standby is pretty dang valuable. I mean, she has popped up from nowhere without us realizing it multiple times now. Might be good to have her watch are backs. Also..."


After a moments pause he brought up his omnitool and shuffled through the various menus before he spoke again. "I'll need everyone to download this package I'm about to send you. It'll allow your suits' health monitoring systems to be synced to my omnitool, so I can recieve the biofeedback and monitor your health." Tapping the omnitool one last time, he sent the package out to everyone in the room.

 

[CursedDawn]

Zea wordlessly went along with Oliver's request, finishing up what she was doing afterwards and shutting off her omni tool. "I agree with Lania, clearly you must have some backup plan, though given the sheer number of us it would take a very good plan or a small army to stop us unless someone really screws up something." she said, "And if I might, I'll presume I'll be piloting the shuttle, otherwise there's no real point to me being here, I have better things to I could be doing than wasting weeks waiting for nothing to happen." she said, clearly a bit annoyed about potentially being left out of the first mission after taking her time to come along with this mission.

 

[KamiKahzy]

The Boss' voice practically floated out of the speakers, reflecting their calm and collected demeanor. "To assume there is a second team since one is designated as the 'ground' team would normally be an astute observation. Unfortunately that is not the case, it just so happens that the name was convenient. And you make a fair and thorough point Lania, but I have to unfortunately decline that request. There's simply not enough room on the shuttle for extra squad members, the Intendent's family will be rather uncomfortable as it is. I've no doubt you could manage to find a hideaway on the shuttle somewhere, but I'd rather keep things simple for this first mission. Again I offer my apologies Lania. But do not fret, there will be plenty of opportunity for action once we reach the garden world."


"Which brings me to Zea's concerns. Again, for the sake of space I would rather you stay on the Plenix for the retrieval of the Intendent's family. That said, there will be plenty of opportunity to have your expertise along on this mission. The garden world they intend to vacation on is something of a crucible when it comes to the local fauna. Not quite as violent as Tuchanka but I think Brixx will find himself rather at home there. The cabin they've established is in a relatively safe alcove, but considering the virulent wildlife I'd rather stack the deck in our favor. I'll need many of you to stand a constant watch routine for walking and flying creatures that wish to cause harm, and I have it on good authority that the Intendent's wife is something of a sportswoman. She fully intends to make a few hunting trips into the bush, and she will need capable hands to protect her and help track her quarry."


"Zea, I need you specifically on this mission for your weapons expertise. The atmosphere is a strange acidic cocktail that will require full exposure gear from everyone venturing into the wilds. Standard enviro-suits should be sufficient, but your weapons have no such protection. I'll need you to monitor everyone's weapons and ensure that our Crew keeps to a strict maintenance schedule to ensure we don't have any inopportune misfires. If you can discover a clever solution to the acidic atmosphere then all the better."


"And Lania, there is indeed something I need you for as well. The cabin the Intendent's family will be using is already built, but I have not had the opportunity to have it properly surveyed. Surface scans put it in a relatively quiet alcove away from standard migration patterns, but I'll need your keen eyes to give a thorough examination to ensure there aren't any weak spots in the cabin or the surrounding cliffs. I don't think any of us would like to have the local beasts make a surprise visit during the night."


"And fret not Ms. Dal'Avin, your signing bonus will be waiting for you once the mission is complete."

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya now sported a big brin. Showing teeth, she had quite the murky expression, all things considered. "Now that sounds good!" She sounded considerably more enthusiastic now than ever before, as she stood up and looked towards Oliver and played around with her wrist-module, to download the package. A few movements with her fingers later, and she sank back into the chair. "So these guys basically go on vacation, and need us to secure their garden before they play outside?" she asked with a sarcastic voice. Her lips curled, it was more than obvious what she thought of the mission. However, Saraya quickly shrugged it off "Eh, if it pays well enough, I'll carry their groceries home for them too. Though that doesn't sound quite as promising to deliver some bandit scum right to the doormat." At first, she sounded light-hearted, full of jokes, though soo, her tone changed into a darker one. Her jaw slightly clenched, she mumbled out an almost inaudible. "Fuckers...", seemingly directed towards these unnamed criminals.





For a bit, she fell silent, letting the others talk. She spaced out, busy with her thoughts, until a certain phrase the boss had said, woke her out of her own world. Quickly, her head moved onto Zea. "You." The Asari almost barked out the word, as she held up weapon, the rare, Krogan shotgun. "I hope you are REALLY good. If anything on that planet fucks with this..." she pointed to her weapon. "...and it isn't my own fault, but rather the planet's condition, or ANYTHING you missed, we'll have a problem. I'm serious." And she was serious, that much was more than clear. A rather rare sense of authority swung in her voice, her expression matching them. "I don't have a problem with you, so... you know... sorry if I'm being harsh. I'm just letting you know. Don't fuck this up." It was a little odd for Saraya to behave this way. The reasonable apology, the strong, piercing words that weren't motivated by her sense of humor. A certain intensity laid in the air.

@CursedDawn

 

[CursedDawn]

Zea glanced at the asari's clearly precious shotgun, "Claymore, krogan origin, arguably the most powerful shotgun available, that's legal and in the general market at least, main weakness being general lack of heat capacity due to it's extreme firepower" she said, showing off her keen knowledge, "I've worked on a few before, if you like I can do more than just environmental protection, though you'd have to choose, I can either rewire the heat system, you'll have two shots before ejecting the clip, well about 89% of the time at least, the other 11% will still be the usual 1 shot, the slightly increased capacity will also allow the same amount of spare clips to be worth between 14-16 spare shots as well" she explained.


"On the other hand I can rewrite some of the the software in the internal computer and add a modified choke, it'll reduce the spread by about... 23-29%, I can't do both I'm afraid, between the altered software and rewiring there'd be more than 70% chance of instant overheat before the pellets even have a chance to be fired." She finished, "No need to decide immediately though I suppose, we have time before you'll need the environmental coating anyway, if anyone else wants a diagnostic or something for their guns just bring them to the engineering deck, I generally spend most of my time there"

 

[general ostruppen]

Adam responded to the doc with a thumbs up, but really the pain was still there. He listened to the boss until chester decided to pop in front of of his screen. "Yeah what's up chester I'm kinda busy with the briefin and all." Chester rubs the back of his helmet, "Yeah sorry but I came to inform you that the modules we installed this morning seem to have some problems and aren't responding. It may take me approximately three hours to reboot or rearrange till I can get them to work." Adam looked at him with a concerned face and then just shrugged it off. As long as it wasn't something to extreme then it shouldnt be a worry since chester was on it. Then he suddenly found himself lost with the briefing and didn't know what was going on. He looked Around and spotted the two gun loving people and decided not to ask them. He spotted his name but what he focused on was his last name, they spelled it freaking wrong!!! He slowly gets to the docs ear level and then asked, "Sorry to bother yah but what am I being assigned to?"


@AlphaDraco

 

[DiamondJack]

Brixx smiled, happy with his answer. The Krogan, without any further questions, had some preparations to make, he had received a special modification for his Graal he had install. An upgrade that would make the gun even more lethal than it already was. The Krogan was, however, unsure if the meeting had concluded so he sat back down next to Lania. Once again, he spotted a mark on the Asari Commando shotgun that he called his own. He removed the Disciple from it's holster and began polishing it once again.


Brixx was pleased he was going to get to hunt some new creatures, although he was sure there was no creature on this world that would compare to hunting a mature Thresher Maw. 'Oh well,' thought Brixx, 'A hunt is a hunt.'

 

[Effervescent]

As the Boss rattled off a list of names for the ground team, including his, he gave a moment's pause. Surnames. Kveer didn't know anyone's surnames, much less memorized first names. He slumped back into his seat around the volus style fire pit, a heavy sigh escaping through his nose in frustration as he accessed his omnitool. Luckily for him, all crew had access to the list of crew members... Or as the silhouette pointed out, a list of potential crew members. The list not only had first and last names, but a convenient headshot to allow him to place a face with the name. Not much else to the list aside from that, however. Kveer's lips pursed ever so slightly as he noticed the Boss had elected to use one of the worst pictures of him to date. He was luckily in street clothes, but not only was the stiff pose hoaky, but he looked slightly constipated in his pseudo-smile.


Kveer's study of his squad mates was halted as Oliver transferred an addon to download. He tapped on the program, a loading bar quickly filling until his vitals were synced to the medic's omnitool. He didn't have any questions for the head honcho. The mission seemed straight forward to the biotic. It also seemed like as a first mission this was the better deal.

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya's expression smoothed considerably, revealing how soft her features actually were. The Asari flashed a rare smile, then nodded. "Hey, hey... That sounds pretty promising." she remarked, happily approving of her squad member's expertise. A mean grin now creeped into her face, as she raised a brow and signaled some scepticism regarding a certain issue. "Worked on a few, eh? That's... surprising. This one was hell to get... Some people would and do kill for 'em. You gotta tell me who came to you with this stuff, I might have to... make a little visit." She showed teeth as she grinned wider, then relaxed with a shrug to show she wasn't entirely serious. "Eeeh, I like to be in control of what happens." Saraya replied, shaking her head at the increased magazine. "Less spread sounds pretty good though... Would make for some funny faces when they feel the entire damn spread fuck up their armor." A devilish smirk roamed through Saraya's face. The Asari seemed to be pretty happy with the promising update. She held up the weapon with one arm, swinging it around a bit and eying it without pause. "I'll let you have her a while after the mission. Don't scratch her, she's sensitive." she said with a wink. With that, she faced the screens again, waiting for the meeting to end.

@CursedDawn

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver looked over Radcet, trying to keep the look of disbelief off of his face. Had he really not paid any attention to the meeting? Perhaps I should really scan his brain to make sure there weren't any injuries that were causing his unique behavior. A head injury would also explain his lack of self preservation.


Clearing his throat, Oliver spoke. "Well, me, you, Raya, Kveer, Brixx, and Senthus are all going down to pick up the client and his family." He paused for a moment to make sure Radcet was getting this before continuing. "Then we'll be going to a acidic garden world full of highly dangerous lifeforms, where we will be protecting the client and his family. You got all that, right?"


Turning back towards to fire pit, he saw Raya holding out a Claymore. He wondered why a Krogan made shotgun would be named after an old human weapon, when something struck him. That shotgun was very familiar. In fact, he could of swore that he had brought up his question of naming quandaries with a patient before. Specifically about Claymores. He needed to think about this.


@general ostruppen

 

[general ostruppen]

Radcet noticed the concerning look on Oliver's face and felt maybe he shouldn't have asked him. After hearing the info he needed he gave a nod to Oliver and straightens himself back up. this wasn't the first time he was on a escort mission, back on his home planet he recalled being the turian diplomats guard that had come on a peaceful diplomatic mission. Clearly tho it was a demand of control over his home planet, however radcet thought to himself that he's already past hating certain species after his experience In the past few years. In a way it felt kind of an honor to be on guard duty, in a soldiers point of view. Which then got him reminding himself that he was a merc not soldier anymore, yet he couldn't really let go of his old dutys. He looks back at where Callie was and she probably wasn't happy that she wasn't on ground team. wasn't sure to feel either happy that she wasn't on the mission or a little disapointed. He turns around, ignoring chester about his concern over more stuff. He made sure to not bump into anyone and decided to sit five feet away from her little dark corner with a creature growling at him.


@Broken\-Angel

 

[Broken-Angel]

An audible growl could be heard from the side of the room that Callina was in. Her mandibles flickered in very apparent annoyance. She got stuck on the ship. Her. The only being that was probably the best shot, was stuck on the fucking ship. This was bullshit. She should be down on the ground protecting this rich piss-ant of a family. Instead where was she? Stuck here while that little shit of a human got to go with the ground team. Fuck that shit. She was gonna have a few unpleasant words about this whole arrangement. Callina stood and looked the meat bag square in the eyes. "What? Got some smartassed comment on how I'm not good enough to go? I can see why you don't get to, but me? I clearly out rank you". She looked around at all the others that were going on the ground team. "I can see why you'd send the boy scout, but his eye candy too. This shit is messed up". She looked over at the other Turian on the ship, the one that was going to be playing squad leader. "Well at least someone who knows what they're doing is going out on this pick up. Glad at least one Turian gets to go and play". She crossed her arms back over her chest, and just glared at the space in front of her. She was not the least bit happy about this whole 'first mission'. None at all.

 

[general ostruppen]

"Ummmm eye candy, is she referring to me sir?" Chester asks as he points at himself confused. "I'm pretty sure yeah." He laughs alittle bit but also making sure no one hears him.Radcet observes as Callie shows her disapproval of not being selected for the mission. However Radcet had a pretty good idea why the boss didn't choose Callie for the mission, he can obviously think up a few things and more. Looking at brixx he gathered thoughts about what he knew about him so far, he didnt look like the type that would lead a squad but brixx might prove him wrong. But if the boss was sure that He can lead this squad, then orders are orders. Turning his head to Callie, "Umm Callie Where we are, ranks don't matter... Well not in my book at least.... Not anymore." radcet removes his helmet and rubs the back of his head, looking ahead into space."I'm not trying to upset you or offend in anyway, But always wonder why you keep giving a lot of shit to people who have just met you, especially me. Just accept the fact that your not on the mission. Learn to cool your head... Otherwise that may become a problem for our future missions." He stares at her for a minute with a plain look and then puts his helmet back on, and pulls his gun from his side and inspects it. all he cared about now at this point was waiting for a green light to sound off that they were ready. Chester silently pulls up a panel and inspects the suit one last time.

 

[CursedDawn]

Zea rolled her eyes at Callina's outburst, she knew at least one person would do it. She smiled, not that anyone could really see it, to the asari, taking the shotgun politely. "It was a band of krogan mercenaries, they paid quite well for me to upgrade their weapons, though you shouldn't waste your time trying to find them, I don't remember their names and they're dead anyway, they thought they were invincible because they had some big upgraded guns and tried to kill a thresher maw on foot" she explained, shaking her head at the memory. "I only even know because I planted bugs in their guns, they're group didn't have the best reputation so I wanted a backup in case they did anything illegal."


She glanced over the weapon for a few moments, "Impressive... weapons this heavy with so much power often end up with a lot of wear and tear, but yours is in quite good condition, shouldn't take more than an hour or so to finish." she said as she headed for the door seeing as the briefing seemed to be over, at least the important part. "I'll be in the engineering deck" Zea announced with a light wave.

 

[Pequeno Burraidh]

Lania had listened to everything whilst administering a healthy dose of ear scratches to Rorschach, you know, despite the lack of external ears. It would seem that the general area was simply common throughout dog like species as a favourite spot to have scratched. Moving on though, was what she'd gathered about the mission, including her being sent to inspect for issues on the acid world. She understood why she was being sent, but the idea of having to writhe in the acid as her body struggled to adjust to it and then reconstruct the parts of her body that had been ruined or semi-destroyed? Parts that would surely involve her eyes, nostrils and mouth, amongst other sensitive areas? It would be like getting set of fire for the first time again, and she intimately remembered that horrific experience, as it had also been when she first learned how to not breath.


Scrambling up from her spot and sending Rosrchach rolling from her lap Lania suddenly made a dash for the waste bin in the corner and let out a vile retch as her breakfast came back to haunt her and, if she was too unlucky, haunt the noses of the rest of the group as well. After a couple more heaves Lania felt her stomach stop churning and rolled over into a seating position as she rested her head in her hands and took a second to recompose herself.


"I... I wouldn't suppose there's a pressurised and atmospherically safe spare set of short Turian armour around anywhere, or at least enough pieces that I could possibly use to mod cop a quick atmospheric suit of my own? A.. ahm, also, Callina, I know you aren't necessarily pleased with this information, but I'm a thief and a sneak, to be honest with the world, and whilst I can shoot people, I'm neither exceptionally skilled nor reliable. I wont be able to protect myself to the degree I'd prefer I'd be protected. If you want to shoot things and not sit around, I'd welcome you along with me for my scouting mission in a heartbeat."


As she finished speaking she pulled a face, able to detect the scent of her own sick in her breth, casuing her to stop breathing and pull a face.


"Also, if there's any answers just deliver them to the back supply room down in the cargo hold, I need to take my firearm by Zea, after I go wash my mouth out."


(Back to purple text for me! And aye, Lania has a distinct aversion to pain. Tohught it'd make for an interesting, but not to big, addition to the RP, and most likely due to her Turian/Asari upbringing.)

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

Saraya audibly chuckled at the Turian's outburst. Laughing, she had her hand on her stomach, not hiding her amusement whatsoever. Still, she walked over to the Krogan, after thankfully nodding to the Plenix's resident weapons expert. Things were going better than she expected so far. She slouched over to the designated seating rows, finally giving up the captain's chair. She let herself fall down to the bench-like seats, right next to Brixx. At first, she barely acknowledged him, only showing a little nod, then crossing her legs and glancing over the rest of the crew. Finally, she couldn't hold back her curiosity. "Brixx, right?" she asked, with what was her idea of showing some sort of respect, by memorizing his name. "Raya." Short introduction, but she figured the Krogan wasn't one for too many words. No Krogan ever was, from her experience. "I've noticed, it looks like I'm not the only one who spends a lot of time polishing their weapon, huh? How come a Krogan uses an Asari made tool? You guys don't seem the type..." A little smile formed on her lips, which, as always, massively softened up her face. "I mean... no offense or anything. Just an observation."

@DiamondJack

 

[DiamondJack]

"Brixx is what most call me, yeah."


At first Brixx didn't know what to say after that. He definitely wasn't expecting to be spoken to by the Asari that had been mouthing off on a regular basis. He couldn't say he was upset, the girl reminded him of a friend he had a while back, actually the same friend that he got the gun he was polishing from.


"The 'Asari tool' you're talkin' about is more of a side arm than anything," Brixx said, a warm tone in his voice, "As for why I have it... A very close friend of mine died in a firefight with Eclipse Mercs and I picked it up off of her body and used it to kill every single one of those bastards." Brixx seemed somber by the end of his rather short story. Brixx holstered the Disciple and removed his Graal from its holster.


"Now this," Brixx pointed proudly to the weapon, "This is a weapon. I've used it to kill Thresher Maws, rival Krogan, mercenaries of all kinds, and more recently a group of uppity Batarian pirates."


Brixx hadn't had a casual conversation in what seemed like ages. He was enjoying speaking, regardless of the painful memory he dug up to tell Raya about his gun.


@Sunbather

 

[AllHailDago]

Senthus' mandibles clicked on surprise at being made Squad Leader on the first mission. He thought he might be looked to for advice, but didn't expect to this degree. At least, not of the bat. He eyed Callina and thought of his roommate. He surmised the boss probably wanted a Turian in charge to put the clients at ease.


Assuming this first part would at least partially be a social endeavor with the client and their personnel. Senthus could see why he was chosen. Callina wasn't, so far, coming off as a people person. Which isn't bad, just not right for the first part of the mission. And Senthus' roommate..... Yeah, no.


Granted it might also be for his leadership experience in the military and otherwise that he was chosen. No, it was likely both reasons were part of the boss's thought process. And if Senthus knew his mysterious leader types, there were other reasons he wouldn't find so easily. He supposed he'd just have to find out.


He sighed and put his Widow on his back again. Deciding that Callinas comment might mean she was a bit more receptive to Turian input, he decided to talk to her. "Think of it this way. The part of the mission we are going on is likely going to be devoid of any real action. It's going to be a social endeavor, and a show of some of our manpower. The real action comes later. And whatever idiot decides to attack later won't have planned for you, or any of those staying here.".


@Broken\-Angel

 

[Broken-Angel]

Callina glared at the older Turian for a moment and looked away, grinding her teeth. He was right and she hated it. Granted she kind of figured that he would be the only one to see her point of view. Well maybe not exactly, but enough to somewhat calm her back down. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Looking back over at the bigger male, she nodded slowly. "Perhaps you are right. I acted rashly but can you blame me? I feel like...". She stopped and took another deep breath. Bursting out with another rant wasn't going to do her any good nor anyone else. "Thank you. I need to learn to stop letting my more basic emotions, get the best of me. Bad enough that people think that I'm as bad as a uncivilized Krogan". She quickly glanced over to Brixx with a small chuckle and looked back to the older Turian. "Alright, I'm fine. I'll stay back on the ship and let the others do the dull mill work. And who knows, I might find some fun "project", to keep me entertained". She looked to the human meat bag that was her roomie, and smiled widely. Patting the older male on this shoulder, she nodded again and sat back down, Mouse hopping in her lap and nuzzling her hand, wanting attention. She smiled down at the Varren and began to scratch under his chin. It looked as though at least one person was able to get her anger back under wraps. Imagine that.

 

[KamiKahzy]

The Boss' voice came through over the speakers after he witnessed Lania's rather unfortunate incident. "I am sorry my dear, I never meant to imply that you would be forced to acclimate to the planet's atmosphere. There is indeed a modified enviro-suit waiting for you in the armory, not quite combat grade but it should suit your needs well enough. Feel free to use it whenever the need arises."


And with that it seemed that everyone's concerns were addressed and any qualms about the squad lineup had been quelled. The Boss decided that now was the time to end the briefing. "It seems that there are no more questions about the mission at hand. Senthus, please gather your squad and muster down in the cargo bay. Darnot, bring us in to launch orbit and hail the lab. Oh, and one more thing Mr. Molkorinth." A small chime came from Senthus' omnitool, alerting him that he had a new message. "You'll need to send that code to the lab's security to verify your credentials. I do not know who will greet you at their shuttle bay but it will likely be a professional, so please keep our Crew in line while you're inside."


The data displays showcasing the lab faded out of existence and the Boss' shadowy persona blinked back to life in the central display. It took a slow bow before speaking one last time. "Best of luck Crew, and may fortune smile on us."


The Boss' shadow blinked away from the displays to be replaced with the calming 3-D fire from before. The Crew now had it's orders, and it was up to them to see the job through.


Unfortunately for a certain surly salarian he was not going on the job and was stuck on the ship for the time being. Still rather miffed about the sour morning he had he decided his time would be best spent in the cargo bay attending to his mech. He had some ideas for her and wanted to do some calibrations before they reached this so-called 'vacation spot'. So he picked himself up in a huff and stalked over to the exit, hood up and resting-bitch-face solidifying his features. He considered hanging out with Thia until they reached their destination, but right now he needed to let off some steam alone.


As for the rest of the crew, he really couldn't care less. Just as long as they did their job he'd be chill with it.


Author's Note:


From this point forward I want to remind everyone of the Action-Response System I explained in the Rules thread of the RP. You're about to be going into your first mission and quite literally anything could happen. To keep the flow of the story going smoothly I need everyone to adhere to the A/R System's mechanics. The most important thing to remember is to never assume you know how a situation will resolve. You only have control of your own character, the rest of the world will act how it will. Think of it like a modified Dice system where you have to roll to see if you action works. Write out the action, then I'll let you know how it resolves. Keep that in mind and I think you'll all have a great time with the events to come.


Also, when the ground team has assembled, decided on a shuttle pilot, and left the Plenix, I would like everyone who is part of the ground team to post in the IC 1 thread as your actions will no longer be on the Plenix itself. Anybody left on the ship is free to post as they will in IC 2 while the ground team conducts their section of the mission.


And that's it! Have fun guys.

 

[AllHailDago]

Senthus nodded to Callina. In all honesty he hadn't expected it to work out that well. But he sure wasn't going to question it. He was just glad her mindset was not exactly uncommon in younger Turians in the military. Glory seeking and a need for action was one of the first things that were worked on. Discouraged in one way, encouraged in another.


While he thought this over, the Boss addressed him directly. Pretty simple stuff really. He checked and double checked the code on his omni tool. Just in case he needed to delete it, he had it memorized. He turned and addressed those who were to be his team for this mission.Looking them over and noting the various weaponry and assumed specialties.


He himself would be the tech specialist and seemingly was the only sniper aside from Callina. Brixx was a Krogan, so straightforward combat would be more his game. What with his power, and the Claymore Saraya had Senthus counted that off his list. Oliver and Kveer both seemingly had pistols only. He suspected Kveer was either a tech user or a biotic. And Radcet had an AI and, if he recalled correctly, a assault rifle. Oliver was the medic. And as an Asari, Saraya would presumably at least have access to biotic abilities.


That was a pretty solidly rounded arsenal for sure. And he didn't have knowledge of any secret abilities or weapons they might have. Alright, he had a good idea of how to direct this team tactically. Now to try directing them socially. His mandibles clicked in what Turians would know as an authoratative manner and he stood up straight as he could.


"Alright everyone. If need be collect whatever weapons or equipment you may need from your rooms or the armory. Be quick about it, we'll all meet in the cargo bay in fifteen!". He nodded to each individual person and made direct eye contact. After which he marched off to his own room to hear up. He needed his Locust smg, extra inferno and chemical rounds for his widow, and the one thing he never goes into battle without.


@general ostruppen @DiamondJack @AlphaDraco @Effervescent @Sunbather

 

[Sunbather]

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Location: Com Room

The young Asari listened with a lot of interest, surprised at the personable way the Krogan spoke to her. A little frown crossed her face as Brixx recalled the sadder days he had to witness. "Fucking gang scum...." She gritted her teeth, relating to Brixx's experiences more than she'd like to. Eventually, she started to crack her own knuckles and recall her own past. "My friends got killed by these miserable dipshits.... A year ago..." She exhaled forcefully, obviously struggling with the memories a little bit. "I'm glad you killed them. I did too. Made them pay... I ripped their legs off right in front of their leader... That piece of shit..." With clenched fists, she stopped speaking, as her face tensed up considerably. "Sorry... for... you know... bringing it up..." She patted the Krogan on the back, unsure how to behave. Being emotional wasn't her strong suit. Or rather, she hated experiencing it. She swallowed audibly and got up, motioning for Brixx to get going as well. Raya certainly felt needy for some action now, something to occupy her mind with.


"Nah, fuck the luggage, let's get going." she shouted with an over-exaggerated smirk on her face. It was passable, though Brixx would probably be able to tell it wasn't entirely sincere. "I wanna shoot some fools, not board my suitcases." With a sarcastic, little curtsy, she stepped past the Turian. "If that's alright with you, sir?" A sly grin flashed as she looked back to Senthus.

@DiamondJack @AllHailDago

 

[AlphaDraco]

Oliver popped up from his seat saluting. "Aye aye sir! I'll meet y'all down in the cargo bay after I get all my stuff." And with that, he all but ran down to the medical bay. He was livid with excitement. He'd finally be able to test out his brand spankin new set of armor. He went to the large locker situated in the back corner of his lab and typed on the code.


And there it was. The white and red custom made medic armor. Outfitted with one of the latest high powered kinetic barriers on the market, it could take a lot of punishment when he was saving one of his charges. Even when the barriers were down, the red first aid cross situated on the chest piece, the thickest piece of armor on the suit, would unconsciously draw the enemy fire there. Internal servo motors would assist in movement, allowing him to reach patients faster. And of course, the specialized tank of pressurize medigel would allow him to keep his team up and fighting for a good long time.


Getting the one of a kind armor on was a monumentous occasion for Oliver. Most of his funds he had made from his medical career had gone into making it. He rolled his shoulders and stretched, calibrating the servo motors. They worked great. Finally, he put on the helmet and locked it into place. The taste of the cool, filtered air was relaxing. Attaching the medical kit to the back of the suit and gathering up his concussion grenades, he was ready and headed down to the cargo bay.

 

[DiamondJack]

Brixx smiled as the Asari responded to him. Sh seemed to relate to him, and Brixx liked that. At first Brixx didn't think he was going to make friends on this ship, but he quickly reassessed his thoughts. Brixx then watched Raya leave and he himself stood up. The Krogan had a few things to grab before he could leave. Brixx returned to his room and grabbed his helmet, snapped it on, and retrieved the mod for his Graal. Quickly, he installed it. The mod increased the effective range of his Thresher hunting weapon by several meters at the expense of shots per clip.


The now fully armored Krogan made his way to the cargo bay, his full kit with him. He didn't know why, but Brixx felt he needed the Kishock. He guessed it could be due to the fact that it can't be a bad idea to take a weapon that hurled harpoons a distance comparable to most snipers. Brixx was lost in thought as he arrived in the cargo bay and his face would show that.

 

[GemShem]

Thia groaned as she scanned the list. "Why the fuck was I even woken up then? Might as well go back to bed." She trailed off groggily and stumbled back towards her quarters, half aware of her surroundings. She nearly found herself lost on the foreign ship until finally she located her room where she promptly replaced her weapons in their proper casings and discarded her armor. She stretched and yawned, having changed into something more suitable. At least she was getting paid to sleep for the moment.


The grumpy asari clambered into her cot and pulled the covers roughly over her head, enveloping herself in the now cool sheets. Her pillow she snatched from under her head and instead, with a vice-like grip, she wrapped her arms around it. Within mere moments she had fallen into a dreamless sleep, snores echoing through the room.