Mass Effect RP 3

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edited 5th Dec '11 2:40:03 PM by SpartyMcFly

"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."

"Quarians... never a dull moment with these guys." Una said, mostly to herself, folding her arms as she watched the scene unfold.

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Dru turned to the rest of the mercenaries. "Uh, I guess anyone else who wants to help is entitled to fifty credits. Anyone with biotic talents will probably be a big help."

With that, he headed back to the Tinkan to help the task along. He briefly turned around to ask the Asari, "And what exactly do you mean by 'never a dull moment'?"

edited 5th Dec '11 2:41:53 PM by jagillette

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'

Una smiled slightly. "Nothing much." She glowed faintly blue as she pooled in a little biotic lift to the effort. Not too much though, no point in hurting the poor krogans' ego. Also, less biotics meant less headaches. "But all the quarians I know are fairly interesting fellows, 's all."

edited 5th Dec '11 2:54:14 PM by slowzombie

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"I know this guy, Jurdon Saar, who runs some decent-quality arms around the Terminus and into the DMZ. Lately, some Blood Pack started stealing his wares, and he put his other shipments on hold. He hired me and a few other freelancers to escort his latest batch in, which would be the reason why I'm standing here." Kardan spoke. "He says he knows where the thieves are holed up nearby, but he can't strong-arm enough clan members or hire enough mercs to clear the place out. They're having trouble with enemy raids, and he never keeps enough cash reserves to hire whole platoons of mercs. We go in, wipe out the krogan and vorcha, and either shoot these jokers under our care in the back or let them keep some krogan heads for trophies. If you or your superiors think this is a good idea, I'll contact Saar for the fine details."

edited 5th Dec '11 5:40:03 PM by MadCormorant

"Son of a bitch" said Joe, as he nearly dropped a 250-kilogram ship's capacitor while hovering it over to the garage door. That was the only really valuable piece he had - normally worth quite a bit new, but not much used, not even accounting for his last-minute repairs that would have undoubtedly violated the warranty, which wasn't too big of a problem as it had probably been built years before the First Contact War - he'd be lucky to get 50 credits for the box of small circuits he had managed to salvage, so dropping the only thing of value would be bad news.

What was taking those people from the port so long to come by with a cart? It was probably good that they hadn't shown up, since he was still trying to find a way to weasel his way aboard - and off this rock. Surely they'd be suspicious of a human on Tuchancka who just happened to need a ride, so simply asking was probably out of the question. He had thought of dressing up the irreparable capacitor in the corner, passing them off as a pair, and then hiding in the dud, but someone was bound to realize that one of their new parts couldn't hold a charge.

edited 5th Dec '11 10:19:20 PM by nman

Marik pushed the cart towards the arranged meeting place, trying to look inconspicuous and avoid eye contact with krogan. I'm starting to think sending a turian out to get the supplies on Tuchanka was a bad idea...

He finally arrived at the garage and smiled. "Hey there, Joe, nice to see you again. I was sent to collect the repair materials, along with the previously agreed-upon amount of credits."

Noticing the human seemed a bit winded, he added, "I'll put the stuff in the cart myself, shall I?" With that, he used his biotics to carefully place the parts into the cart.

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"Wow," Joe said as the doctor hovered the objects over, "I've never seen a Turian biotic before, I thought it tended to just be us Humans and the Krogans, aside from the Asari of course, as most of you civilized species tend to be careful about gigantic spaceships crashing into populated areas." After a brief pause before the Turian could respond, he added "I'll just walk with you back to the port while you tell me your story, I'd feel bad if you got jumped moving this stuff."

"Thanks for the kind offer, Joe!" And perhaps I'll unravel why you're here on Tuchanka, he added in his mind.

As they began their journey towards the ship, Marik said, "I come from a strong military family, and my elder brother always stood out for his capabilities with strategy and sharpshooting. When my parents discovered my biotic potential, they were thrilled. They thought I would be an even better soldier, an even better turian than my brother."

He sighed. "The Academy shot those aspirations down pretty quickly. I soon discovered I had no military cunning, and a gun in my hands was more hazardous to my allies than my enemies. My parents were ashamed, until my brother uncovered my other talents. It turned out I had a knack for medicine and anatomy, even concerning aliens such as you humans. That and my biotics made me a good choice for a field medic, and I eventually earned my doctorate."

Chuckling, he added, "I also uncovered a talent for cooking, with which I was able to open a restaurant on the Citadel. I left it to my friend when I felt a thirst for afventure, and eventually wound up on the Ozzy."

And once you're content with my past, I'll decipher how you got where you are today.

edited 6th Dec '11 12:28:12 AM by Firebert

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"My opinion, frankly, is outranked. It's as good a job as we'll get here, and i doubt the higher ups will disagree, but i'll check just in case."

Amy patched into comms. "Batarian merc here has a job for us. Short and sweet version: Blood Pack's been screwing with his arms dealer, we take the Krogan with us and return the favor. He can get more details from the guy if it sounds like a good idea, just let me know."

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"Cool," Joe replied to the doctor, "Always have to go where it feels right. But I'm surprised your Academy turned you down. The Alliance finds out you've got element zero in your blood, and they stop at nothing to get you in the field. Oddly, they don't seem heartbroken when you leave."

edited 6th Dec '11 8:54:08 AM by nman

It was slow progress, involving lots of sweat and grunting, but it was progress nonetheless. In a minute the group had managed to lug the Tinkan into the loading bay and secure it in place.

"Thanks for the help, people," Dru said. "Here you go, 50 creds each."

While working, he'd overheard the Batarian and the human woman talking about a possible job. It sounded dangerous, but then again, he was on Tuchanka surrounded by mercs. "Dangerous" should be expected. He wasn't going to shy away from this; he'd just landed a job and safe passage, and he was going to pull his own weight.

"Listen," he said, "If you guys have a job lined up, I'd be happy to help any way I can."

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'

"We're stranded here anyway." Una replied into her omnitool. "Might as well kick in some teeth while we're at it. Repairs ain't gonna be cheap once we hit civilization."

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"I have no idea," Deimos said as he watched the Ozzy slowly but surely get put back together with the help of the mechanics.

"I've got to hand it to them though, it takes a lot to be able to survive here, and especially if you're not a krogan. I don't know if I could rough it like that," Deimos said to Syven.

"One good thing though, it is nice and dry here," Deimos said, with a laugh.

Nothing to see here. Move along.

"Of course." Syven nodded, surveying the landscape.

"I've only read a little about the homeworld*

on the Extranet; they say it's a wasteland like this now. Of course, krogan can still thrive after tearing their own industrial society apart. But that batarian does seem out of place here. Do you know anything more specific about him?"

---

"All right then." Kardan, listening to the comms activity, concluded. Bringing up his omnitool, he called Saar.

"Yeah?" Saar's deep voice replied. Something thudded in the background, a sound oddly like that of a fist hitting a face.

"About your Blood Pack problem..."

"It's not as if you can deal with them yourself, Kardan."

"I've made some new friends who can take care of it for you."

A pause. "What do you want out of this?"

Kardan thought for a moment. "I heard the Hegemony is making a new chemical weapon, some sort of knockout gas named Kol-2

. I want you to keep your feelers out for it, and let me know if someone puts the production methods up for sale."

"Of course."

"Also, if you have extra ship parts lying around—"

"Don't take me for a fool. I'm not stupid enough to let the Demilitarization Mission get a hold of me by my head plate."

"If they find out you've been moving ship components, they'll impose sanctions on Clan Jurdon anyway." Kardan countered. "Let my friends take them off of your hands for a bargain price, and we'll be even. Or would you rather take your chances with the Council and Clan Urdnot?"

Another pause. "... Fine. But you'll still owe me one."

"Feel free to call in the favor after I've got my hands on the Kol-2 schematics. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes."

"Give me the rundown on where they are."

"I'm sending you the coordinates and floor plans. The Blood Pack has around 20 krogans and 50-60 vorcha holed up in this abandoned missile silo, under the command of Quash Karitt. Evict them, and try not to damage the silo itself. When you're done, bring me Karitt's helmet to the tunnels under the old broadcast station. I recommend you bring something that can ferry crates discretely."

The line cut off. After giving a cursory review to the missile silo plans, Kardan uploaded it to the crew's comm network.

"Looks like that quarian's shuttle might come in handy." He quipped.

edited 6th Dec '11 11:25:43 AM by MadCormorant

"What, the Tinkan? It's not really suited for cargo transport. We'll have to use something else. Also, how many Krogans and Vorcha did he say were in there?" He did a quick head count. "Including our Krogans, I count 14 of us." He was starting to regret his previous eagerness.

edited 6th Dec '11 12:32:46 PM by jagillette

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'

"He does seem somewhat out of place, yeah," Deimos said. "But then again, we do too; stranded on Tuchanka with our little ragtag group of heavily armed people of various races," Deimos said with a wry chuckle.

"Interesting that he's friends with an arms dealer though. I wonder what exactly he's been up to here on Tuchanka," Deimos said, thinking.

"At any rate, this info we have now is probably as good as we're gonna get. Wish I always knew more specifics about the people we do business with, but that's hardly ever the case."

Nothing to see here. Move along.

"I agree. It hardly ever is." Jake muttered with a smile as he approached Deimos "Though that's part of what makes it so interesting... sometimes, always sad to lose someone due to lack of information."

edited 6th Dec '11 12:01:32 PM by Clawthewolf

"That's why militaries and mercenary organizations employ infiltrators like ourselves." Syven replied. "As for the batarian, I have a feeling we might discover the reasons of his stay on Tuchanka soon."

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"Damn it." Kardan cursed. "Fine. Here's to hoping there's something in those ships that can haul some bulk cargo."

Returning his attention to the quarian, he continued. "The silo schematics are on the comms network. From what I see, we can take them down if we button them in. I suggest we equip every combat-capable crew member and send them to attack the eastern barracks entrance as a feint, then have us breach the loading bay doors on the south side to sweep the place clean. The barracks group can probably hold their position since the entrance complex isn't large enough to let every enemy inside charge out and overwhelm them, and we have the advantage once we secure the loading bay since the corridors aren't exactly wide open in other parts of the base. We'll attack at 0300 to catch them off-guard."

edited 6th Dec '11 12:16:18 PM by MadCormorant

"So, uh, is there anything I can do to help? I mean, not with the killing. But anything else, I'd be glad to contribute.

'Cross my heart, strike me dead, stick a lobster on my head.'

Marik chuckled. "Well, they would have liked me to stay in the military as a field medic, but I wanted to gain my doctorate. After that, I got side-tracked by my restaurant and adventure, which led me here to Tuchanka. So how did you end up here?"

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"Heh" Joe chuckled, "I thought I already told you and your Drell friend - I got stranded here after my employer decided to get outta Dodge, err, sorry, I mean he decided to leave."

edited 6th Dec '11 4:31:09 PM by nman

Kardan looked at the quarian's eyes. "Listen, kid, when it comes to military operations, it's never about asking what you can do to help. You will be a help, even just by being on the field and taking the shots like everybody else. If you're worried about killing, well, there's always a first time; until then, there are plenty of things you can do, like hacking into enemy networks and working through their security systems, which will both be crucial for capturing a missile silo."

Marik pushed away his attempts at deciphering what "Dodge" meant. Humans and their slang...

"That's right, you did. But how did you end up on Tuchanka? You strike me as a portside engineer on the Citadel."

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Una cast a quick glance at the batarian, her eyebrows furrowing slightly before she withdrew her pistol and started adjusting it. "Bloody heatsinks." She said, mostly to herself.

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