Mass Effect RPG - Part 1

[Naked Crook]

Alex: Well, then the only question that remains is; did The Geth know about this item that Lesan recovered, and brought back to The Migrant Fleet? Alex paused. Alex: If they did...perhaps The Geth knew something about this item that we, presently, do not know. Alex paused. He thought to himself for a moment before speaking up. Alex: There is more going on here than we are fully aware of. I feel that Lesan is messing with something he does not fully understand. You know those whispers you spoke of? I have a feeling I know what you are talking about. You are very correct when you use the word whisper...

[Kairu]

Uli: "I'm not sure whether the Geth knew. Lesan reported that it was retrieved from inside the Geth base. The Geth apparently called it a 'Salvation Device', whatever that means."

[Naked Crook]

Alex: It sounds to me that The Geth knew something that we do not. Alex paused. Alex: Do you know where this planet is? I believe it would be worthwhile to conduct our own investigation...and look into exactly what The Geth knew. If they named this thing...then they know something. I plan on finding out what it is they know... Alex paused. Alex: And I have a pretty good idea of how I am going to find out.

[Orcaid123]

Meanwhile onboard Palavan's Might. The First Mate's omni-tool begins to blink, alongside a screen of words popping up. Commander, it's the general. He wants a word. Raknarion stands up from his command chair, nodding firmly at the First Mate. I'll converse with him inside the War-room. Direct him there, First Mate. Raknarion turns to the exit of the bridge, heading into the elevator. He directs it to the War-room. Arriving to the War-room, he'd come into a room filled with officers of all ranks, all beneath him however. All dismissed for the hour, I need the War-room now. Everyone abruptly stops what they're doing, saluting at Raknarion as he returns the notion in a slugglishly way. By the time Raknarion was all alone, a blue coloured hologram of General Zarhlis appears. Stand at ease, Commander. I got the reports from your First Mate, which is the only reason you're still at command of this mission still. You know very well that to bring a whole battle group of warships into the Terminus System is a sign of war. Tensions are boiling at the Citadel. I gave them a hint of what you've discovered there. Let's say it sated their need for information, for now. Now, any idea why Cerberus is in a system with only "aliens" as they call us? Raknarion folds his hands behind his back, standing at attention. Sir, I knew the risks, and I was more than willing to take the risk. If we're to maintain somesort of respect, we need to display dominance. It should remind the filth why they fled to Omega. And for Cerberus? I only know they want Valrot's technical assets, not him himself. I am also in the making of a plan to land a decisive blow against the 'Cerberus' terrorists after we've taken care of Valrot. Quick and hard, they won't even know what hit them and stole back the assets-... The General interrupted him. There won't be any reinforcements for you, Commander. The Turian Hierarchy dosen't deem Valrot important enough to send more ships to deal with him. They've yet to know the numbers of his ships, however. It might work, but it'll take time. You don't have time. Your current battle-group will have to suffice for now, Commander. Now is the time to show that you're worthy of your position Commander. General Zarhlis out. Raknarion saluted once more, remaining in that position until the General's hologram had vanished. Raknarion curses quietly under his breath, turning his com on. First Mate, send word for Cerberus, try to find out if they've got something. Aye, aye, sir.

[Naked Crook]

Meanwhile: Aboard the bridge of the Damocles, Greyson had the deck, as usual. He was preoccupied going over the post battle information from Omega, when his train of thought was interrupted. Communications Officer: Sir...that Turian ship is contacting us again. They want more information on our current intel status? Greyson frowned. Greyson: Open a channel. Communications Officer: Channel open! Greyson: Turian Vessel...as per your request for additional information pertaining to Lesan, we are currently waiting on new intel from our sources, and that in the interm, we are following-up with The Migrant Fleet on the situation. We had previously committed to returning the Quarian survivors to the Migrant Fleet, while we search for additional intel on Lesan. The moment we learn something of potential value, we will update you, as per the terms of our agreement. Until then, our status remains unchanged.

[Orcaid123]

Understood, Palavan's Might out. The First Mate grunts loudly in annoyance, bringing his omni-tool up to send a message to the Commander, regarding the lack of news. Sir, just got word from Cerberus. They've yet found anything usefull to advance the hunt for Valrot. That was all sir, First Mate out. Raknarion simply shakes his head in annoyance, responding. Very well. Keep me posted.

[Kairu]

Uli felt exhausted from trying to stay conscious. The Cerberus doctor, with the consultation from Navere, helped the wound get started, but he was far from healed. He tried to focus and provide Alex an answer to his question, but his memory was lapsing out of consciousness. He managed to throw his head in Alex's direction to talk to him. Uli: "I'm sorry, but I'm getting tired. I can't seem to focus right now."

[Dark-F137]

Meanwhile, in the Cargo Deck, Viso was humming a rather familiar song-- though it was a relic from the past century. "Hold the line, hmm hmm hmm hmm..." He said, trailing off when he was overheard by a Cerberus operative who has checking the crates. "The fuck are you looking at?" Viso said, and the operative just strolled off, whistling the same tune. (Had to)

[Naked Crook]

Alex sighed, as he took a step back. Alex: Very well. Rest up...but do not expect to rest for too long. We will be arriving at The Migrant Fleet shortly...and they will want answers. I have no intention of fighting those wolves off.

[Kairu]

Uli: "Thank you, please get me when we have arrived." Uli's mind began to race as he tried to think of the various possible outcomes of his trial. He wasn't wrong in the sense that the Admiralty Board would likely exile him, but on the flip side, they might use him as a weapon against Spectral, tasked to track down and further bring justice. In a matter of hours, he'd know for sure, but he wasn't hopeful of a good outcome.