The Blades of Aurora - Mass Effect RP

[MelonHead]

“Little angel? Hah, a fitting name for a cowardly human who needs rescue.” The Batarian slid both feet from the table as the initial briefing concluded, whatever measure of respect he maintained for their mysterious leader fading as he relinquished his power over to the captain.

“I would have preferred to help this… Archangel. More fighting, sounds worthy of my time, what else must we know of this man before we leave, captain?” He used the man’s rank in possibly the most sarcastic manner ever perceived. “More importantly, how much am I paid for returning with him alive?”

All of Tornak’s four eyes surveyed the room in an alien seeming pattern, the greatest advantage of having them and the reason for many Batarian’s belief that lesser eyed humanoids were less intelligent. Although this was certainly not true, it did give his people a significant advantage in trading and other perceptive activities. Tornak turned his head rudely to the right; he had not needed to look at the image of the Omega station because he knew it well. Omega was a home away from home for most of the Batarian’s outside their system, and he had done his share of mercenary work there. He just hoped he wouldn’t have to kill too many of his own people to retrieve this human they were rescuing.

Provided there was no other reason to stay, once he had his answers the Batarian warrior would leave the conference room without a word, not particularly interested in making friends. Many of the people around him would probably be dead on Omega within the next 24 hours, they looked just about as green as you could possibly get. He had made a few exceptions though, the massive brute of a Krogan could probably look down on a hail of gunfire and live, although it was not impossible to kill one. A few flashes of blood stained memory reminded him of his own encounters with Krogan, they were easily brought down by the Harpoon, it was immensely satisfying to then finish them with the blade.

Tornak strolled down the corridors and re-acquired his gear, clothing himself in his Skirmish armour and holstering his Judgement pistol. He considered the likely battle field on Omega and decided it might be useful to take a quiet but efficient weapon, and so finally he strapped his Kishock Harpoon gun to his back. Fully equipped, he grabbed a drink and then made his way to the shuttle entering without a word and taking a seat on one side of the craft.

[Celestial]

Inner Haven Main Lobby

Juliana had never expected to ever set foot on Noveria. She was suited up with her standard black armor with her black and grey flared out jacket that helped conceal her sidearm. All she knew about the place was that it was isolated and reserved for corporations that carried out research for various things that they wanted no one to know. It was a place of caution, secrets, and lies. She never cared too much for any of those, but it wasn't something she was going to concern herself with. She had signed on with the organization Aurora with hopes they were far better organized than the previous mercenary groups she had been with. So when she was ordered to come to Noveria to Aurora's Inner Haven, she did just that. No questions asked.

There was a beautiful flurry of snow raging outside the shielded interior that she was in. She had never seen the snow before and gazed at the various glittering specks that reflected the light coming from a local Sun - or whatever the standard term was. She had seen other individuals walk about, which she could only speculate were other mercenaries hired by Aurora as well. She sighed as she continued to look straight out into the greyish blue lands that were littered with snow and some occasional lights and buildings. Within the swirling storm outside, so did she slip into a memory.

A pair of footsteps echoed against metallic flooring as two silhouettes traveled down the narrow corridor of the space station. One female and the other male secured each room as they made their way to the control room. They had a third member in their party, but he had been ordered to stay back in the hanger.

"We haven't seen any signs of the station's personnel," said the man as the two continued down corridor. "You'd think we'd see at least a body.

"..."

"You haven't said a word since we departed."

"... There's no reason to talk. Shut up and keep looking."

"You're as blunt as ever."

Juliana turned back as a spark of angry welled within her. "Silence protocol. I suggest you follow it."

A beep from her omni tool snapped her out of reverie as she stood up and walked towards the elevator. The call to assemble had been issued as she entered the awaiting elevator and stood with her back against the wall as she eyed every possible opening and exit with a hint of suspicion.

As moments passed, the elevator pinged to notify her that her destination had been reached as she stepped out and walked down the corridor. She saw the sign post that told her that the conference room was before her. She entered as quietly as possible as she eyed the individuals inside. She had seen most of them down below, but some were new to her, particularly the Turian who was dressed in black.

She made her way to an empty seat and sat down just in time as the doors once again hissed open revealing a man with an eye patch across his right eye. An aura of command surrounded this man. When the man began to talk, she sat back and listened.

An extraction? Oh how exciting that'll be.

[Sikako J]

The dark skinned Salarian crossed his arms subconsciously, ARIE often tallied that he did this most around species that he perceived to be ‘slow’. His omni-tool was glowing a light blue, a common trait of an upgraded blue wire tool, however it wasn’t recording what was being said. Due to the extremely high metabolism of his kind, his mind was quickly making long term links of the memories that he would be able to quickly revisit if he found the need. His tool was instead searching over information on Omega on sub-channels, thanks to ARIE’s commands. Most would find a VI running search command without an order to be peculiar, however Teepock had deeply implanted protocol that allowed her to run commands off of individual situations. And he had five years to program individual situations.

“Omega is a melting pot of races, to use a phrase of human reference. We will be able to move mostly unnoticed until our true purpose is noticed. I suggest a mimic signature to distort our transmissions and to make it appear that our force is much larger than it actually will be.” He spoke quickly and deliberately.

“Archangel is the prime target of these less then savory mercenary groups. To seek him out will only cause undue conflict. Dispute your people’s affinity for combat prowess; I would suggest we remain unnoticed as possible until we locate the correct target for extraction. However if it come down to armed combat, I will be happy to allow you to fire into the masses if it become required.”

[Synthorian]

A man in a white overcoat arrived at the stand, taking stage in this grand play that was the briefing. He had a commanding persona, and straight forward and respecting stature. Soul respected men like him. Soul couldn't quite pinpoint it, but he felt like he has seen this man before. During his explanation of the situation, a hologram of Omega came to life. Omega, an assassin second home, as long as you could out smart Aria's agents. It was a haven for the excrement of the galaxy, but also the anus of the galaxy, and excrement trickled out of it constantly. He knew the station, and knew it well. All of it's back alleys and nooks were imprinted in Soul's mind. So getting to his target quickly will not be a problem. A Batarian rudely grumbled about the target's cowardliness. Soul couldn't help but frown. Batarians were always an unlikeable bunch. The Batarian immediately approached the captain and began to converse.

A dark skinned Salarian spoke out, concerned about the situation, and throwing in a suggestion in the pot. Soul looked onto his omni-tool, finding the Salarian's file, quickly scrolling to his name. Soul then calmly approached the humanoid amphibian, his hands still tucked away into his sleeves and his head bowed. He made a slow, polite bow, and spoke in a deep, distorted, metallic voice. "Teepock, I assume. I find your proposal to be quite..." he searched for a word. "...adequate. I have the necessary knowledge of Omega to get by unnoticed. If you wish to discuss strategy to help retrieve our target safely, we can converse on the Polaris in 1 hour and 30 minutes, in the training room. We can then speak with the Captain on this matter and add our suggestions." He took one step to walk away, only to stop and turn towards Teepock. "Oh, and I look forward to our future encounter. Two intelligent minds can create great things."

He approached the door, and just as it opened, he remembered the Batarian. He wheeled around and noticed that he was finished with the Captain, and said in a slightly louder tone, so that the Batarian could hear. "Batarian, you underestimate humans too brashly." He took a step out of the doorway and out into the hall. "I will be on board the Polaris in the training room, if you wish to prove to me that we are as weak as you state..." He turned, and left the area, heading towards the shuttle to meditate out in the fresh air on the landing bay while he waited for the others. He didn't need to obtain anything from his room, he had everything he needed, hidden in his sleeves.

It took him several minutes of elevator rides and wandering the halls to get the landing bay, with the Aurora Kodiak shuttle preparing to launch an hour later, he sat down on his knees outside, nearby the shuttle in the cold wind, and began to empty his mind.

[Zacharius]

Omega

The name brought a slight smirk to his face, a wave of disjointed, varied memories flashed before him in an instant, alongside a deep sense of irony, the Blades seemed to continually throw him at the place, as if one man could fix what chaos had made, oh well, he had more pressing matters than his own recollections, moving across the room, placing his hands upon the table as he studied the image of Omega, he had no time for those whom dismissed guidance, to assume you could learn no more was arrogance, there was only one complete map of Omega, and he had no intention of snooping around in the mind of a crime lord, each map always held new routes, new opportunities. That and he didn't trust himself, nor anyone else, to forever hold within them a perfect map when they didn't even live there.

The hostility of the Batarian was to be expected, he hardly approved but it didn't draw any emotional response from him, perhaps if the Krogan had immediately been hostile he would have questioned the safety of the general crew, Krogan in enclosed spaces were nearly as bad as rampant biotics, but a single Batarian was hardly more dangerous than a human, and he had plenty of experience with those.

"There's not much more intel we require, that we could discover here, my only issue is that someone with ties to the Shadow Broker needs rescuing, it is possible this individual has exaggerated his connection to the Broker, or that he has somehow fallen out of favor, while the Broker may not be my favorite being in the galaxy, I'd rather us avoid falling onto the bad side of the most powerful information broker in known space, without further assets to hold against him, I guess if that's the case, we'll have to go into DC and see what we can make of the situation, otherwise, crew dismissed, grab your things and we'll reconvene at the shuttle." He never turned from the map as his answer became a general address, even as the last crewmember trickled out and he was left alone with Armstrong, he finally turned his head to address his superior.

"Sticking me with a bunch of FNGs, personally would have preferred one of my last few squads, but I guess if you need them whipped into a team, I can do my best, which isn't damn bad, may be some kinks on the first mission though...but thanks for the ship, I'll take care of her for you," he smiled, before standing and saluting. His belonging had been packed for days, being aware that he was to ship out soon, he only had to walk to the shuttle, transportation of his belongings being taken care of.

"I'll even let it slide that you didn't credit me for the name."

[OiHarkin]

"Ah, Omega. A wretched hive of scum, villainy and even more scum. The Batarian will fit right in." Lee smirked as the display was brought up and everyone did their best to seem like the smartest guy in the room. With a Salarian, that was no surprise. Their entire race depended on making the other races think they were smarter than they actually were. But since everyone was here to impress the Cyclops of a boss-man, they were really turning it up to eleven. Lee, not so much. But Omega was still good news. He could work with Omega. His past with other gangs and merc groups meant he knew the area pretty well and could probably make some calls about getting their asset to safety ready for collection. With the basics of the mission briefing over, he got up with the rest of them and started heading out, but cocked his eyebrow at some of the interactions that were going on. He walked alongside Soul for a while on the way to the training room, after the assassin was done talking with the Salarian and Batarian. "Don't know if you got the memo, chief, but masked clichés aren't supposed to be chatty." He smiled wickedly and flashed a little bit of biotic power to ruffle Soul's robes, tugging the fringe of his hood down over his eyes and appearing to threaten to unmask him - but not actually doing it. Because why not taunt a professional killer? He left Soul after that, leaving the assassin to head off to the training room or the shuttle bay, wherever it was people who wanted to seem mysterious spent their time, while Lee went to the medical bay. Most of his belongings had been packed up already, ready to be put on the Polaris, but he needed to tend to a bruised N7 as well as make sure the medical supplies for the ship had all been properly stocked. Once that was all sorted, he took his place on the shuttle with the same cruel smile as always.

[kizubu]

As Vegrull sat there the more people that arrived the more his blood pumped around his body, the air was beginning to feel thick with anticipation, perhaps it was just him, maybe he did have a very unhealthy addiction to battle, but he missed this. Armstrong soon entered and Vegrull stood courteously in order to greet him with a salute, it was formal for a merc yes, but it was something the Turian had missed a great deal. The whole waiting to be briefed in order to find out the next mission, what situation you'd be in, what planet you had to land on. It was like gambling, sometimes you'd get a great result, other times it was just awful. And to clarify, Vegrull classed awful as not dangerous in the least. After Armstrong had taken the stand Vegrull sat down once more, this leader of Aurora was impressive, he exuded confidence and prowess, something the Turian greatly admired in his leaders. It appears he had made the right choice in joining the Blades.

The target was located within Omega, a place filled with undesirables. It was no surprise that something akin to this type of task was the teams first mission together, however had Vegrull been the one to decide he'd have gone with something a little less noticeable that a large party docking at Omega. It was not only a haven for scum but also for mercenaries and their respective groups, Blue Suns, Eclipses and Blood Pack were the top three in the Omega station. Besides, finding a slippery informant among hundreds of slippery informants wasn't going to be easy, it's all well and good being able to know your way around the station, but Vegrull instead knew his way around the interrogation room. If he thought someone knew something they'd end up telling him, the information that he had received over his Omni-Tool hinted that the target didn't just have Archangel as a client but he had several less interesting ones, simple clients that wouldn't bother most people, beings concerned with the notion their partner was cheating on them and demanding proof. So all Vegrull had to do was find one of said people and have a chat with them in order to acquire the best way to have a meeting with 'Little Angel'.

A Batarian was one of the things that the Turian was unhappy about, at least the Krogan in here had shown fortitude in controlling his base urges, the Batarian was trying to act tough in front of his new crew members. Needless to say the Turian had fought many Batarians in the time he served the Turian race. This Tornak was certainly under the impression that a information broker was a coward for needing rescue, and while it was true he didn't actively seek battle thus he wasn't a prowling predator, it was a bit foolish calling him cowardly. In any good war the first strategic move is to know your enemy, and that is what Archangel was using his Little Angel for. He wasn't stupid enough to try and take on the merc groups after him, so if Tornak considered someone who avoided battle or asked for rescue in order to bring something important to light then perhaps he was the type to throw himself into the fray rashly? Ironically Vegrull was reminded of himself with that, though he refused to believe himself similar to a Batarian. The subject of cowardice was something that spiked a nerve in Vegrulls otherwise icy control, that was probably the reason why he had become far more agitated than usual. He had more reason than most to be irritated by the notion.

Next to give in their opinion was the Salarian, for obvious reasons Vegrull had memorised all the names he thought would make an impact on the group, Teepock being one of them as Salarians had an acute knowledge on their chosen fields as well as being adaptive to situations. While they weren't the most extraordinary fighters or physically strong, they were able to take down pretty much any target with intellect, something Vegrull had greatly admired ever since he had served with a few. One thing that had him concerned was the Salarian and Krogan being on the same ship, the two races were not exactly on speaking terms. Hopefully things wouldn't escalate into anything, but he felt obligated to try and make sure things didn't, especially if he saw someone trying to stir things, namely Tornak.

At this point in time the Turian felt like he had nothing to offer, it was clear he was hired because of the recruitment going on, but he had an inkling it was always because of who he is, or rather, who he was. He wasn't one for making himself known overly so anyway; he preferred proving his worth instead of gloating or boasting without having actually done anything yet. Even then Vegrull wasn't one for boasting of his deeds, even if he were he still needed to succeeded in extracting information from one of the targets contacts.

After the meeting was adjourned; since they'd be meeting up later eventually to discuss things further, Vegrull headed out quietly, trying to avoid any prying questions. He headed straight to the place where his weapons were kept, picking them up he asked for the quickest route to the Polaris, after being told he went directly there. After boarding he showed himself to his room, to which he was surprised at how luxurious it was, though most anything would've looked to be astounding quality when living off back alley hotels for a year or two. Casually he closed the door and unpacked his attire, clothes, all black, then his weaponry, more fashionable and clean than his clothes, displaying yet again something akin to "obsession for battle". "Damn Asari" he muttered, her words constantly seemed to enter his head now whenever he was sitting quite quietly trying to reflect on things. "This should drown it out..." He turned on some music before getting out cleaning agents for his weapons, he was careful not to clean them too much, but it was his favourite past time.

[Laurenced]

Even as she sat upon the scratched and battered metal chair in a dingy cafe in the lows of The Wards. She waited within the confines of the Cafe as so too did who she watched. It was four-eyed wretch who sat upon muttering with a pair of human, his friends all pushing around a gold coin as each one spoke. The coin traded hands constantly, when one had the coin they spoke. Their words were faint, quiet, as they spoke in tune to the movement coins movement. The Damned Four-eyes spoke as if he were a power unto himself where the stoolies, his moronic gang-servants, eagerly listened to his mockery of wisdom.

The Batarian stood and, within seconds, so did his traitorous whelps. He snatched the coin from the table and tossed it into the air. It was an old earth coin, a gold doubloon as it was called, which was commonly found with the Spanish Conquistadors.
Marik Tel’al held the coin and smiled, like he himself had conquered those ancient explorers turned mass murderers. He stood and walked out from the wretched café along with his cronies and began his walk to his small empire of ward gangs.

Catherine stood and registered her untouched drink as finished, she ran the omni-tool over the scanner and paid.

Done, She walked on and followed the batarian. The clank of her metal boots against the steel-like floor of the lower wards blended into the mindless chatter that wandered the halls. The batarian and his stoolies weaved through the crowds while Catherine flowed against it, like she was feet in the water.
Soon, They came to a series of alleys that, despite the lights, still seemed filled with shadows. The Shadows hung over every nook, every gap in the walls and, to her contempt filled delight, each one blended with her dull and droll coloured armour. A shadow was still and quiet like as Icarus stared at it the first of the batarians servants.

Her thoughts raced, the words all on the target she saw. “Brown hair, pale white skin, twitches every few seconds. Back of the head, death is instant. Second. Brown hair, light brown skin, stern and cold expression. Left temple, Death is instant. Third. Batarian. Shoot foot… hear him beg for his life…. Deny”
Icarus stared back to the first one. He stared into the mans hair awaiting that command, to summon the strike of Icarus and end him as the sun ended his name-sake. To Melt away the wax that bound his mind like they were wings.

Catherine held the trigger waiting until the man spoke and then, with the assassin in the shadows, she called upon the sun that would strike them all down.

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The metal chairs within the halls were unfamiliar, cold, like all metal in this mountain, even though there was something physically heating it. Catherine knew she had to be here, she’d heard of Arch-angel and wondered if she could ever do something like he did. Something more noble than a mercenary or assassin. This noble thought had been lost on her though, she had seen enough of omega to know that nothing truly noble came of it.

The blood pack were brutes, blue sons were simply mad-men and the eclipses were far worse. She survived long enough on stealing and independent contracts and she was not about to be a part of Drugs, slavery or monsters. When Aurora came along, she found herself pleased to not have to do any of that and now
As the meeting passed with her commander explaining what they were working towards, Catherine watched the Batarian, her eyes showing only contempt as her upper lip curled and her lightly bit the inside of her other one, restraining every temptation to shoot the batarian between his four bloody eyes.

As she still sat and half-listened to the captain, Catherine lifted Icarus onto the table and slowly turned the long gun to point towards him. The gun was loaded, her finger slowly stroked the edge of the trigger as she watched the Batarian but soon she realised someone was watching her, Waiting for her to pull it, as if the eyes awaited a chance to strike her for her own attack.
Catherine still watched him, even as she pulled the gun off the table, holding the same look on her face. The same look that spoke only a feeling “I hate you”. The look which if someone stared long enough at it might reform to “I will kill you”.

The meeting ended and she left quickly. Catherine needed an outlet and all she could find in those moments after the meeting was to walk with heavy feet around the base, wandering the halls, ascending the many elevators of the mountain home. The clank of her metal boots against the floor didn’t echo neither did the taps of her fingers against the walls of the elevator. They didn’t need to; they struck the floor with a thud or the walls with a tap. It was hard to tell the time in this state. Time felt to go on into the ages.

Eventually, Time began to speed up as she began to settle herself down. She had been in such a anger, searching for an outlet, that she had slipped into a tunnel vision. Slowly she began to realised where she was headed, where she had come to. It was a landing pad, very wide, that in the cold wind would drown her own voice. On the grey and cold pad was a shuttle, a kodiak shuttle with a biege paint job. She walks for a moment on the pad, simply trying to get her bearings, her eyes wandering around the view and the area searching for anything alive.

Infront of the shuttle was a black splotch, perhaps paint or something, but as she focused her sight, from its blind tunnel, it became a figure wrapped in a robe, no face obvious, no features visible. Only the ache of shadow that shrouded him as did Catherine long ago when Icarus struck down Marik Tel'al. He was kneeling, even as she wandered around the landing pad, unable to see his face yet. Catherine began to think about him, about what he was doing despite the shadows. "What is he doing? Is he.. praying? Does... it have a religion?"

Icarus hung in her right hand as she watched the Assassin, Active and impatiently hungry for the next strike like it was some beast, starved for food. There was dim silence as she stood with Icarus's nose scratching the bottom and catherine, in her thick coat of leather that was her casual wear. A dim quiet that left her wandering what she could recognise. A Skeleton, humanoid. A coat of silk made dull.

“What are you?” she said, at the empty an cold Landing pad but for a kodiak and the two. She thought "Is he.. it even listening?" The cold wind rushed over her head as she waited.

[GrievousKhan]

The Polaris: Docking Station

Soon the last of the squad boarded the shuttle, the vehicle styled after Aurora's colors of white blue trimmed and gold strips, adorned with the corporations crest flanking both sides. The shuttle powered up as it's elemental zero core activated, its main thrusters already pushing the weightless craft into the air. It soared out from the hanger of Inner Haven quickly climbing and gaining altitude as it sped into orbit. The shuttle ride was a brief one as it neared a massive vessel that hung in low orbit over Noveria.

The shuttle slid effortlessly into one of the huge landing bays of the The Polaris, firing its retros into hisses of smoke and steam as it gently came to rest on the polished deck. The deck officer stood bolt upright, staring unblinkingly at the sleek lines of the vessel. It seemed to bristle with armaments, yet the officer could see no signs of any at all. To the casual observer, the ship might have passed as a pleasure cruiser, but it filled the landing bay with such weight and gravitas that it could only be a gunship and an unusually lethal one at that.

Deck Officer Abett flanked by two turian deck guardsmen armed with Aurora made AC-3 assault rifles, Abett waited as ordered to welcome the ships newest crew. Abett wasn't sure himself what to expect, he had only heard that a few rumors about the squad assigned to The Polaris. He did know that Jonathan Huang was one of the commanding officers. He had never met the man but had heard nothing but good things of the Captain. The hatch lowered from the belly of the ship, clanking onto the deck with a metallic ring. Abett stepped forward, holding his breath as each figure stepped down and out of the large shuttle him, clearing the deep shadow of the vessel. He opened his mouth to speak, his eyes flicking up and down anxiously as they struggled to take in the scale of his visitors.

"Welcome abroad The Polaris SS-29!" Abett said with a tight salute. "We have been expecting you. My name is Deck Officer Abett, i'm to show you to your quarters while aboard if you will follow me."

With that he turned as he escorted to the elevator at the far end of the hanger while crew men attended to the shuttle. Boarding the lift they were taken to the crew deck, as the doors opened Abett spoke over his shoulder as he exited.

"This is the second deck, where you will your living quarters. This is also where The Polaris's habitation deck is located, the escape pod hatches can be found here, the medical station, as well as the VR training room to name a few, I need to get back to the hanger deck before we ship out but your omni-tools should also house a map if you have trouble getting around if you have any questions the ship has a VI."

With that and baring any questions or inquires Abett saluted and returned to the elevator leaving the team to adjust to the ship.

[Shiala]

A large armored form moved through the halls, boots padding quietly on the ground, mandibles pressed taught against his face as Sirun Tevict made his way to the designated meeting area. It had been a little over a week since Sirun had returned to Noveria, usually acting as a sleeper agent for Aurora, he rarely had the pleasure of being on Noveria for any extended period of time, and the fact that he was on this frigid rock had put him in a slightly foul mood. Afterall, it was no secret that Turian's did not enjoy cold weather.
The ex-Spectre had been contacted for Aurora after being relieved of his Spectre duties almost 3 years back. The Council deemed his methods too "harsh" for them to stand behind him for much longer, a shocking claim when they had backed Saren until he was practically at their front door with his Geth army and they still managed to stand behind him. He had figured he had exposed a weak point in their fine armor, started poking a tender spot that they wanted left alone but that small piece of his past now. Now he was with Aurora, where he could utilize all his abilities to their full extent, where they read his dossier and paired him with fitting tasks for his skills and weaknesses. All that mattered was getting the job done, and doing it right. That was how he operated.

The tall, pale-faced Turian's golden hawk-like eyes did not rest on anyone for too long. Almost everyone in the building kept to themselves, even in such trying times. Sirun could only imagine that not many people stayed in such a building for too long, only passing through to exchange intel, dossiers, or pick up new objectives. That was the way Sirun liked it, straight to the point, without the flourish of unnecessary words or formalities, Aurora was cut and dry.

The sterile fluorescent lights illuminated the sandy bone coloration of his plates, tinged with grey and marked with distinct regional tattoos in an inky black hue. The black ran down the lengths of each bony protrusion of his head, a single pinstripe traveled the great distance of his lengthy fringe, mandibles were completely stained with black, and a single line ran vertically down the center of his lower lip. As a talon clad finger pressed the button for the elevator to the main level of the building he couldn't help but listen to the muddled murmurs of far off voices, muffled by walls and muted by the sounds of movement from the few figures that walked briskly down the halls, rushing off to their next destination. The elevator door whizzed open easily and in a few seconds he was at his floor. Another cluster of minutes passed by as he made his way down the lengthy halls and he was finally slipping into the debriefing room. He positioned himself in a seat nearest to the back wall, and the exit, where he awaited the commander in an alert but at ease position and waited for the meeting to begin.

It was not long before every one had settled into their seats, a lone aged Turian saluted as an aged human entered the room. Sirun, a mere whelp to the haggard barefaced Turian, found his obedience odd as he sat, at ease, behind him. It was then the young turian's attention turned to the human, a leader of this institution, Armstrong. As Armstrong awaited any stragglers Sirun couldn't help but notice Armstrong's single eye single out a member of the room, calculating and recalling information perhaps? Humans were fairly easy to read, very expressive with their faces and eyes, but he could never be too sure. The contemplative look disappeared as he broke his gaze and began to inform the room of their current objective, using his omnitool to portion out information to everyone as he pulled up a hologram of a station that Sirun was all too familiar with. The hazy rock, a bandit's haven ruled by the dreaded pirate queen Aria T'loak. He was still held contacts in all major gangs and a few smaller ones as well, although he hadn't shown his face on Omega in over 2 years. Luckily for him, with all his years of working on that piss hole of a station he had managed to create a good amount of ties, whose sticky tendrils even reached as far as Aria herself. But it was only natural that Aria would hold an idle curiosity in an ex-Spectre that shows up on her front door but it was not long before he fell off of her radar.
Sirun was not very surprised he had been chosen for this mission, and for this team, he previous dealings on Omega, with the Council, and the vast array of missions he had completed for Aurora all over the galaxy had earned him this spot. His extensive Turian Military training made him a top class combatant in both standard weapons, sharp shooting, as well as hand to hand combat.
The mission sounded easy enough, it was not his first time dealing with the goons from Blue Suns and Blood Pack but staying off Aria's radar was easier said than done, she would most likely have the ship tagged right when it enters through the relay, but they would have to deal with one thing at a time.

It was a brief meeting and after Armstrong had left the room it did not take long for a Batarian to speak up. The Batarian's curt way of speaking was not surprising to Sirun, having dealt with his fair share of their brash and most of the time aggravating race, it had surprised him that he would join forces with such a group. But as his avian eyes drifted around the room he found that examples of every race had congregated at the Communication room and were seated rather hospitably around the display area. It was not surprising to see the Batarian leave first as well. Sirun's attention turned to a Salarian, dark complected and displaying quick wit as his eyes and face were illuminated by the haunting blue glow of his omnitool as he calculated a simple angle of entry, his quick mind juggling all possible obstacles and flaws as he dished out his ideas in short bursts of speech.

Sirun slowly raised from his seat and made made his way out of the door as people trickled out of the room, one by one. Luckily for him an hour would be more than enough time to collect his belongings from his room. Being in the military for the majority of his life, he had learned to live out of a standard issued military bag. Such a Spartan way of living was comforting to him, reminding him of life back on Palaven when things were simple and the ignorance of youth still upheld his goals. It had been 6 years since he had last visited Palaven and he honestly wasn't sure he would want to, at least not after he had been dropped from the Spectres and virtually disappeared a few months after. A sigh passed through his slightly parted lips as he leaned on the wall as he waited for the elevator to arrive, mandibles idly twitching as he snapped out of his train of thought and let his predatory golden eyes watch dully as the light indicated the elevator plummeting back down to the main level.

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It had been not even 15 minutes since Sirun had reached his room before he was already done packing his belongings into the medium sized bag that he slung over his shoulder. He looked carefully over his room, golden eyes squinting then falling to his armored cowl as two hands gripped the collar as he cracked his neck before releasing a short sigh and exiting the room. Making his way down the long stark halls with brisk steps he felt invigorated with the primal excitement of being put back on a mission with some meat on it's bones. The brief wave of anticipation that tickled his gizzard took him back to when he was but a young pup, just joining the Palaven military. The excitement of leaving home, becoming a true Turian just like the legends that were told to him as he was young. Sirun found it funny how they filled young ones heads with such fallacies, and when they get into the military, into the real world they are greeted with the hard truth that they are just a pawn.

The shuttle engines whirred as it took off, levitating as it jetted off towards the large vessel, an elite craft that was a marvel of engineering. It looked simple enough as the shuttle loomed over it,the golds and blues of the Aurora's colors staining the sleek lines of the ship, as the shuttle continued encircling the vessel as if to showcase it before docking in the bay. A quick hiss as the door opened, his mandibles pressed tight against his angular face, his golden eyes scanning before he exited the shuttle, his posture stiff, formal as his eyes fell upon the deck officer, only after making eye contact with the two Turian guards that flanked him. The human male was notably nervous, as he saluted and introduced himself. But the Turian couldn't blame him, faced with the hardened crew that stepped out of the shuttle, it was a rather odd medley of characters and it warranted some form of shock. The need of two guards only further cemented Sirun's notion that this team was a experimental concoction, and the presence of a Krogan and a rather unpleasant Batarian, from what he had seen, were most likely making the human falter in his welcome. This nervousness made the Turian's mandibles twitch idly in slight amusement. from the sudden shock, the Human preformed a salute, then introduced himself as Deck Officer Abett and quickly showed his new crew the ships interior.