Mass Effect RPG - Part 1

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Alex sighed. Alex: Well, whatever happens...happens. Alex paused, as he stepped onto the shuttle. Alex: If worst comes to worst...we can always bend the Truth if need be. If I have learned one thing when talking to beurecrats...you have to scare them. Take it from me...it tends to work out in your favor when you exaggerate the right details. Alex watched as Faria, Uli, and Navere stepped onto the shuttle. As they did, his Omni-Tool began to blink. Alex raised his hand, and answered the transmission. Alex: Go ahead. Greyson: Sir...we have a situation out here. Half a dozen Turian ships just emerged from the mass relay. We have an A-hole turian demanding answers..and he looks like he is ready for a fight. Alex: We have nothing to hide. If we try and run, it will almost guarantee that he will come after us, and cut us no slack down the road if we meet up with him again. Greyson: What do you mean sir? Alex: I am saying that you should provide him what he wants. Transmit him a silent report of what happened. Send him the battle logistics, sensor readouts, and a very general description of what transpired here. Omit any mention of what our fugitive Salarian was up to, save for the fact that he was leveraging the Eclipse. Do not converse with him until I return to the ship. Greyson: Copy that sir. Doing it now. Alex closed the comm line, as he Omni-Tool vanished. He saw that Faria, Uli, and Navere were seated. He simply pounded his fist on the cockpit door. As he did this, the Shuttle doors closed, and the engines fired up, ans the Shuttle began to leave Omega, as it headed back to the The Cerberus Dreadnought - The Damocles.

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First Mate's omni-tool began blinking. Commander, a transmission from one of the ships in the sector, a "Damocles" named dreadnought. I'll send it over to you at once. The Commander grunted in approval, seeing his own omni-tool blinking soon after. A screen appears on the omni-tool, showing a report about the latest battle. Reading through the report thoroughly, Raknarion ends the reading with a deep sigh. First Mate, prepare a transmission to the ones who sent this report. I have no interest in who or what occurred here, I need only the knowledge of the Salarian's location, nothing else. Before beginning his transmission, he looks over to the First Mate. Just incase, send our location and the report further up in the Hierarchy. I want swift reinforcements if the "Collectors" prove to be a thorn in my side. At once, sir. Raknarion touches the omni-tool once, starting to speak aloud. Damocles. Your report on the recent battle was surprising, to say atleast. Though it clearly seems like the situation are handled, and we can continue our hunt for the Salarian. If you managed to get his coordinates in time, then transmit it to me. Or else difficulties may arise. You have ten minutes to deliver. Commander Raknarion out. As the transmission are sent, the Battle Group are positioned just outside the part of the Sehrabarick system where the battle happened.

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The Cerberus Shuttle sped back towards the Damocles. Once the shuttle had landed in the Damocles' shuttle bay, the shuttle powered down, and the doors opened. Alex and Navere were the first ones to step out. However, before Alex would walk off, and proceed back to the bridge, he stop and turned, and addressed Faria and Uli. Alex: My soldiers will show you to the medical bay. Get the Quarian the help he needs. Our CMO should know enough about his physiology in order to stabilize him. Stay with him until I am finished dealing with The Turians. Once I have finished, I will come and see the two of you. Navere then interjected. Navere: I should go as well. I am a dextro. I know pretty well what will, and will not, kill Uli. Alex: Very well. Alex nodded at Navere, as he turned and stormed off, heading back to the bridge. Two Cerberus crew members, armed with M-7 Lancers, looked at Faria, Uli, and Navere. Crewman: We will show you three where you have to go. Stay close. One of the Cerberus crew members took point, while the other waited for the trio to follow, so he could take up the rear. Meanwhile: Alex had made his way back to the bridge of The Damocles. The moment he walked onto the bridge, he was greeted by Greyson. Greyson: Operative Underhill...we are still having issues. We did as you ordered, and provided The Turian everything he asked for, in exactly the method that you advised. He seemed partially appeased, but he is now demanding more. Alex: What is he demanding? Greyson: He is demanding more intel on the Salarian STG Operative. He believes we have information pertaining to his current whereabouts...but, the fact is, we don't. Not yet anyway. Alex: Well, that is true. Alex paused to think. Alex: What is his effective strength? Greyson: A single large Cruiser, two smaller Cruisers, and three frigates. While we outclass each individual ships, combined, they are more than a match for us. After our battle with the Collectors and Eclipse, we are not at 100%. If we try and fight our way out, there is a strong chance that the fight could tip in his favor. Alex: Who is he with? Greyson: We ran the name he gave us, and he is with The Turian Hierarchy, which means he is taing orders from The Citadel Council, at least. Alex: So...The Citadel Council sent a battle group into the Terminus Systems. There is something that works in our favor. Alex paused. Alex: We have something that we can now use to our advantage. Alex paused, as he placed his hands behind his back. Alex: Open a channel... Comm Officer: Channel open... Alex: Attention Turian Vessel...this is Operative Underhill...of the Cerberus Dreadnought Damocles. IN case you were unaware...you are trespassing in Terminus space, and you are in direct violation of The Citadel Councils explicit regulations concerning the use of council military assets in The Terminus Systems. You are taking a very huge risk, not only by coming through that Mass Relay, but by coming through ready to do battle. Not a very good start. Alex paused. Alex: To make things worse, you come here, ready to do battle, and you are making demands of peole you have no authority over. Alex paused. Alex: If I were you...I would order your support ships BACK through the Mass Relay...before I begin to transmit my telemetry to every ship in range of this system. I am not afriad to start a war here...Commander...but I am sure that The Citadel Council is afraid to fight one. Alex paused. Alex: Order your support ships back through the Mass Relay, hold the position of YOUR vessel, and power down your weapons...and await further instructions.

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Raknarion chuckled to himself quietly, recognizing the voice. Ah, so this is where you and the biotic wretch, Nevera or something went to. Nonetheless, to the matter of hand. The Citadel Council are fully aware of the Terminus military assets pact, and what risk we're taking by doing this approach. But Velron is our number one priority here, seeing as he's allied himself with the Collectors and The Eclipse. And I'd rather not place myself in the disadvantage to have you alone with me. You say you do not have the information? I am quite sure SOMETHING is held back from me, maybe not. Standing up from his command post, he's slowly walk towards the window separating the crew members from space. But nonetheless, I will oblige to your threats. I'm sure most of the ships in the Terminus system wants my head. Do know that your under suspicion of withholding information from a representative of The Turian Hierarchy, and The Citadel Council. So I'd think once or twice before coming near the said systems without anything of use. I will find Velron on my own. I will take him, you may lick your wounds here in the meanwhile. Commander Raknarion out. Raknarion folded his hands behind his back while gazing out of the window. First Mate, prepare the ships to travel through the Relay, take us to the closest point of Hierarchy region. Seems like we'll need firepower to take Velron down afterall. Oh, and send yet another message to the Hierarchy, tell them to send scout ships throughout the systems closest to Terminus, and to have our reinforcements ready at our coordinates. The First Mate nodded and did as he was commanded to do. Soon, the Battle Group are visibly turning about, heading back towards the Relay.

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Alex paused for a moment, before speaking again. He observed the sensor readouts and he did confirm that the Turian ships were breaking off. Alex: Come now Commander...are you worried that if you stay, that Cerberus will mop the floor with you? Alex paused. Alex: Let me be frank; I have no interest in fighting with you. I just got through enough fighting. I had my fill for the next few hours. Right now, as is, my only concern is stopping that Salarian STG operative; Valrot Lesan. He tried to kill a lot of people here on Omega. He killed a lot of Quarians. If he is capable of this, he is capable of killing a lot of Turians as well... Alex paused. Alex: He could also kill a LOT of Humans...and THAT would be unacceptable, in my eyes. Cerberus will not stand for anyone who posses a threat to Humanity, and Lesan is a threat to Humanity, if you an immediate one. Alex paused. Alex: I think he may be going under an alias now, however. An Alias I may possibly know, but I digress. Alex shrugged. Alex: Either way, I want to find him and stop him as much as you do before things get worse...and they will get worse. Cerberus has a vested interest in taking this guy down and figuring out what he is up to. I am sure that you have the same goals. You said it yourself. Alex began to pace back and forth as he spoke. Alex: Clearly you missed the veiled invitation, when I asked YOU to stay, and for your ships to leave. I am willing to share with you Commander...but it has to be done under my conditions. If you want to find Lesan...you are going to need the help of Cerberus to do it. Cerberus is far more flexible in its methods. I can do things, and go places, you cannot. I don't have rules and regulations binding my hands...unlike you. Alex paused. Alex: Your ships have to leave. That fact is non-negotiable. They are a threat to the status quo between the Citadel and the Terminus.You, however, are free to go with them, or you are free to stay. If you stay, we can discuss the matter further, and we can actually do something about Lesan. If you go, I will simply find Lesan myself...and Cerberus will have everyone's gratitude. You wouldn't want a terrorist organization gaining favor...would you? Alex began to laugh. Alex: So, Commander, I am willing to be civil about this...if you are. In fact, I would be willing to discuss this face to face. That is how civil I am going to be about it.

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Raknarion grunted in annoyance, he spoke into the comm. My Battle Group will remain by the Mass Relay. The treaty will have to accept that. I better get a warm welcome when I come over, alongside my personal garde, of course. Raknarion looked at his First Mate. Have the Battle Group positioned by the Relay, I want a quick extraction if things go south. And have Palavan's Might head back into the degraded system. Also, prepare my guard, I want them armed. Soon later. Raknarion and his guards are enroute on one of the Palavan's Might shuttles, soon arriving to the Damocles. The Commander spoke into the comm. We'll soon arrive, Underhill. Open your hangar doors.

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Alex: Hanger bay 1...starboard side. YOu will be cleared to dock there. Underhill out. Alex closed the comm line, as he face palmed and groaned. Greyson: Sir...do you think it is wise to bring the Turian here? Alex: It could prove useful, although, he may be difficult to deal with. I simply ant to avoid future problems with this bastard. It is Murphey's law that says if I snub him here, he will show up at the WORST time later on, and screw us over. Might as well prevent that from happening. Besides, if we can get even a bit of cooperation out of him, we can get some valuable insight into what The Turians, or the Council, may know. Greyson: Fair enough. Alex: In the mean time...I want you to take command, while I entertain our Turian Commander. I want you to run a search pattern of the debris field, and I want you to try and resuce as many Quarian survivors as you can. There is no point in letting those people die out there. They could prove useful in scoring a few points with The Migrant Fleet. Greyson: We can quarentine the survivors in the cargo bay. Alex: Good call. Get it done. Greyson: Aye sir. Alex nodded, as he turned and walked off, heading down towards the hanger bay to greet The Turian Commander.

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The Turian shuttle lands at the exact moment Alex enters the hangar bay. By the very moment the shuttle lands, the doors open, revealing eight heavily armed Turians, and one less armed Turian. Raknarion, being the less armed of the group of nine Turians, walks in the front of the group to greet Alex, stopping four meters away from him. By the time he stops, the eight Turians would've organized automatic to their each designated spot. Five of the Turian soldiers follows Raknarion, positioning themself on Raknarion's left, right and rear. While the two others remain by the shuttle. Raknarion folds his hands behind his back, straightening his back as he speaks to Alex. You wanted to speak. What do you want to share, Operative Underhill?

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Alex watched as the Shuttle landed, and the Turian's piled out. The sheer number of Turian's in the shuttle made Alex want to reach for his side arm, but he stopped himself before he even made a move. Alex simply looked at Raknarion, and raised an eyebrow when he spoke. Alex: Yes...I did want to speak to you...but I didn't want to speak to your entourage. Alex paused. Alex: Do you usually bring so many goons with you to have a civilized discussion, or is being civil totally lost on The Turians? There is no need for the guns and the goons, Commander. I am not your enemy. Tell those boys to stand down, so we can talk like two civilized people. Alex paused. Alex: I cam down here with little more than my standard issue. Am I that much of a threat in my present state? Should I be flattered?

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Raknarion snorted, motioning his men to lower their arms, but remains at their spot. You wish to know why I brought with me my personal garde? It's because I'm entering a large -CERBERUS- warship. An organization devoted to be against all except Humans. You're not a civilian. You're a terrorist. The Turian Commander paused, eyeing the man before continuing. My garde may lower their weapons, but they will remain at my side. End of the discussion. Now, to the matter of Velrot.