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    Tessal Drasayus


    "The origin of my legacy is something truly simple; a notion understood by every being in this galaxy but appropriated only by the few great ones. The source of who I am and what I've become is desire."





    Born:

    Tessal was born on the Toronto surveyor in the Alliance-calendar year of 2150. (35)

    Affiliation:

    Tessal is most notably known for her leadership of the Black Omens, an eclectic ensemble of mercenaries and assassins with quite an impressive track-record at their claim. Prior to the events of the story and Tessal's oversight, the syndicate served largely as an agency for men-at-hire working in an intimate fashion with the Shadow Broker as an almost symbiotic entity. When Tessal usurped control of the group from its leader, she felt the organization's potential was being wasted and exploited and as such took several initiatives to centralize the group's interests under one collective front. Chief of those "initiatives" being the elimination of several of the organization's most distressed members and a seamless detachment from those organizations that threatened her direction.


    Position:

    Leader of the Black Omens.


    Biography

    2150-2163:

    Chief Agricultural Engineer, Mark Dempsey and his wife, a scientist also employed by the System Alliance, manage to smuggle their infant daughter aboard a resource transporter to the newly colonized planet of Mindoir. Humanity's recent efforts at expanding their galactic presence has landed them in this garden-planet within the Attican Traverse and fueled by the promise of a carbon-based life sustaining atmosphere, expedient measures are taken to colonize the planet. Dr. Dempsey, considered by the Alliance to be on the forefront of some unprecedented agricultural developments, discovers that a treatment of pre-excited eezeo combined with low-frequency galvanization results in accelerated growth among plant-life on this planet. This discovery changes the directive of his operation and requires an extended oversight on the newly erected Artemis Project. Illyana, his wife, not at all content with the newly-started colony as a place to raise her daughter, elects to return to her home planet of Earth.

    Prior to her birth, Tessal was exposed to treatments of prenatal biotics; a result of her mother's dedication to the Human cause as one of the geneticists employed by Conatix Industries. Up until this point, a majority of the biotic-humans analyzed had been those whom were exposed to it as children and teenagers, victims of the fortuitous diffusion of the element from a series of surveyor accidents occurring above multiple cities on the western-coast of the North American continent on Earth. Prompted by humanities' reputed loose stance in the arena of biotics and the unforeseen disadvantages propagated by this, Illyana committed herself--and her unborn child--to furthering the cause of the Alliance and its understanding of biotic capabilities. In fact, part of the reason why Illyana was so impassioned to return home, was because she had intended to carryout the research she was conducting; for obvious reasons her husband was never privy of the activities regarding his child. Initially, Tessal displayed no exceptional qualities; she was as normal as a human could be, and as time carried on and other experiments progressed, Illyana found herself relieved that her child was just that: normal. Especially considering the fact that other children, who underwent similar treatments, were displaying untoward side-effects from the application of in-utero element zero. Not only that, but the public had taken an unexpected stance against biotic humans; the Alliance's most fervent opposition was that of a group of Christian fanatics who saw the use of biotics as a transgression against their god. Media institutions were flooded with stories of harassment and--in some extreme cases--murder of these biotics; certainly not the social landscape Illyana thought suitable to raise her biotic daughter.

    It wasn't until grade school that Tessal became aware of her biotic abilities; at this point in time humanity's regard for biotic humans wasn't nearly as lethal as it was when she was born, though even at that age, she was wise enough to appreciate the logic in keeping her newfound oddity a secret. Inevitably, her mother became privy of her powers, realizing that her mental maturity had to be attributed to something other than a precocity. Being the scientist she was, Illyana enrolled her daughter into a study she was conducting of biotics who had successfully taken to the treatments; as intelligent as she was, her exuberance of this discovery served as a blind-fold to the Alliance's true intentions concerning these potential weapons. Around the end of 2161, Illyana realized the limitations of her studies, that her field of expertise confined her to the observation of prepubescent biotics; her daughter was nearing the age where natural direction would soon run its course and already displaying signs of inappropriate and uncontrolled employment of her powers. Illyana committed her daughter to the highly elusive novelty of the Alliance, a program that held much potential for the front of human-biotics: BAaT.

    2163-2168:

    Tessal's entrance into the BAaT program marked her first interaction with a lifestyle different from the one she was accustomed to. She wasn't the fortunate daughter of an Alliance soldier or a frequent denizen of one of the many frigates that populated the stellar-expanse; she had no experience with any environment even remotely spartan in design. With the personality she possessed and her inability to cope with new environments, she became introverted and extremely agitated with the many foreign stimuli. She had withdrawn from the girl she was, not a change entirely apparent to the observer, though internally she found herself at odds trying to familiarize herself with an environment bereft of any tangible comfort. Initially, the request to perform wasn't at all demanding; the general knowledge of biotics was still premature at best and any notion to explore its application hadn't yet developed. It was merely a "show me what you can do" program, where teachers observed and attempted to create bases of understanding without any real direction. The individual teenager might have been unsettled by the processes that went on, the ubiquitous and constant surveillance, but the similarly impressionable sense of misguidance perpetuated by the staff and administration was oddly comforting at least.

    Inevitably, BAaT was taken by a new form of measures enacted by Conatix, namely the substitution of human biotic teachers with turian mercenaries who made up for their public disdain of the human kind with a rather resourceful command of biotics. Their methods of teaching came across as remarkably harsh for the young teenagers and their modes of training were extremely taxing on the human body. No longer were they being asked to demonstrate, they were being pushed to perform; decrease the mass of objects that were exponentially heavier than themselves, generate disruptions in space that could tear entire vehicles into scraps of sheet-metal, and construct biotic membranes thick enough to negate the force of bullets without shattering. These things were accomplished in progression, though the regiments were still ruthless, and the reality that many students didn't possess the expected degree of biotic "competence" became perspicuous. The most skilled of the humans were able to stand up again after enduring crippling feats of biotic usage; the luckiest of them sustained injuries severe enough to be pulled from the program with their lives intact, though suffered irreversible mental and physical damage in the process; the unfortunate ones died by their own hand, usually from cerebral hemorrhaging as a result of excessive cranial pressure.

    Sometime in the year 2167, an altercation between a former turian commander and one of his pupils resulted in the former meeting a particularly gruesome demise; this incident which effectively resulted in the termination of the BAaT program, also forced a precarious strain on human-turian relations. Though the program was officially disbanded a year later, it had yielded nearly a decade of biotic research, and had given humanity the resources necessary to evolve its application of biotics as a field.


    2167-2170

    Shortly after the deconstruction of the BAaT, Tess was more or less accosted by recruiters of the Alliance Navy to join, seeing her ability to wield biotics as an extremely promising asset. Reluctantly she agreed, it had been almost a decade since she had seen her mother, and the appeal of returning to the mundanity that civilian life fostered had faded sometime in her commitment to the program. Not only that, but the incentives being fronted by the Navy were extremely accommodating for her as a biotic and there had also been talk of letting her visit her father in Mindoir whom she had never met. Tessa viewed this opportunity as the next most reasonable step in her progression, it also served as a convenient excuse for her to expose herself to the galaxy at large. Several months after her departure from Jump Zero, Tessa wound up at the System Alliances' Ozersk training facility on Eden Prime, as a Naval Cadet. Her time at the academy wasn't marked with any notable feats or accomplishments, the fact that she was a biotic was sufficient enough at keeping her at odds with the rest of her peers; few others were on par with her academically and she found herself leagues ahead of anyone when it came to martial training. Despite this, records have reported a number of incidents in which Tessa found herself preoccupied with some physical altercation with another peer; nothing to unmanageable though frequent enough to mandate further analysis by the academy's IA, which revealed a rather peculiar presence of psychological abnormalities. These irregularities led one of the psychologists conducting the analysis to diagnose Tessa as suffering from a lesser form of psychosis propagated by her L2 implants, though such claims were never affirmed and oddly enough the aforementioned psychologist was asked to resign her position at the academy several weeks later.

    Eventually, Tessa would go on to graduate from the program a full academic year earlier than she was intended to, earning not only a promotion to Ensign but the promised right to visit her father in Mindoir. In 2169, she was transferred to the SA Aegis frigate stationed in the Attican Traverse; upon which, she set out to meet her father but discovered that he was no longer stationed on the garden-planet. After addressing the Alliance's records on his activities on the planet, it was revealed that her father was among many people whose whereabouts could not be accounted for; rumor around the ship's staff painted the very plausible picture that her father's colony was among several who had been kidnapped by batarian slavers. A sparse amount of intel provided her with a potential identity of the batarian clan responsible, though it was far from anything she could exploit. She was extended an offer for a leave of absence to Earth, though decided against it and instead invested her interests into assisting some of the colonies on Mindoir with further development of their infrastructure. Often times, overextending herself and her rank to procure resources for the colonists that they would have to otherwise go without.

    As a matter of good fortune, Tess was docked at the Aegis when the first wave of batarian mercenaries committed their assault on the humans of Mindoir. The batarians had tactfully commissioned several surveyor ships within the Traverse as a means of throwing the Alliance off to their true intentions and sure enough it was only after their frigates and transporters had penetrated Mindoir's orbit that the Aegis realized exactly what sort of situation they had on their hands. Worse enough, no counteractive measures could be enacted until the Alliance could send their reinforcement detail which meant untoward things for the hapless denizens of the planet below. By the time the first of the Alliance fighters could initiate a forward attack, the batarians had come to usurp much of the human colonies, and while some forces were successful in reclaiming a few of the establishments there was little left of humanity on the planet to collect. Interestingly, during one of her patrols, Tess came across a few teenagers who had managed to hold themselves up in a fortified building; records indicate that among them was a very young and wounded Commander Shepard, though she doesn't recall ever encountering him. The Alliance found itself overwhelmed by the batarian's defenses and soon withdrew its involvement on the planet, though would eventually return years later to mount a series of coordinated offensives allowing them to reclaim the planet as a whole and initiate reconstructing processes.

    2170-2177

    Per her outstanding performance in the battle and a decorative commendation from her commanding officer, Tess was awarded the Navy Cross and promoted to 1st Lieutenant. She was later procured by the 63rd Scout Flotilla of the Fifth Fleet where she headed a number of reconnaissance operations for the Alliance; during this time she received extensive training in piloting and frigate operations. While she commanded a veritable skill for fighter-piloting, her superiors recognized that she had a true precocity as a tactician, as an individual who reliably and effectively utilized a big-picture paradigm and coordinated accordingly. Leadership of the Alliance Navy--and particularly that of the Fifth Fleet-- were understandably still embittered by their inability to demonstrate Naval prowess in the battle for Mindoir, this combined with an increasingly disappointing record of poor performance among Naval officers and an account of felled pilots during the First Contact War that would force any Admiral to hold their breath, led to the installment of programs across the Alliance to hone the skills of their pilot combatants. Tessal, having been recommended by her Fifth Fleet commander, along with a cadre of other decorated pilots helmed the newly constructed Red Rock Training Facility located in the Skyllian Verge.

    Initially, the program was much like BAaT in its inception, directives were dictated by the Alliance though it was left to the devices of the instructors to find the most effective way of carrying them out. Being that humanity had only barely breached its precipice of spacefaring, the staff found themselves hard-pressed to commit the program to any one direction. However, having already been a part of one largely inefficient program meant to progress a front of humanity, Tessa took the initiative to ensure the success of this one; namely the reputedly meticulous screening process and rigorous qualifications for prospective cadets. Two years after its formation, the RR facility had command of the Alliances most promising students and sought to utilize their apparent competence by allowing them to participate intimately in several campaigns meant to suppress pirate activity throughout the Verge. Admittedly, Tessal was the youngest instructor recruited by the Alliance, though what she lacked in youth she more than made up for in skill and oversight. And while the program did sustain casualties--and a degree of political whiplash because of it--the success it yielded was far beyond the expectations of Fifth Fleet brass, with pilots whose skill was simply unparalleled as evidenced by the display of prowess from RR's students and staff in the Skyllian Blitz.

    In 2176, Tessal was once again thrown into the torrents of war in the Skyllian Blitz. The opposition was an impressively large and brutal coalition of batarian pirates, slavers, mercenaries and warlords though their aspirations this time were overwhelmingly more lethal. Confident of their Naval command, the RR training facility was commissioned to initiate offensive measures against the horde of spacefaring marauders who had already made quick-work of Elysium's defense forces and unsurprisingly succeeded in thwarting the brunt of their aerial assault. Tessal helmed a detail of fighters focusing on enemies positioned in Elysium's lower-atmosphere, in an attempt to mitigate the strain being placed on ground troops. For all their numbers, the batarian forces were ill-suited at individual, close-counter aerial combat, finding themselves unprepared for the agile and highly-evasive maneuverings fronted by Alliance fighters. It was only a matter of hours before the Alliance had established aerial dominion and proceeded to focus their efforts on buffering their ground forces.

    Not much can be officially confirmed by the Alliance of the following events, as most of the pilots in Tess' company that day refuse to comment on the incident, but sometime within the course of her flight, Tessal's ship was grounded. Orders had been transmitted to the bulk of the Naval Alliance's pilots to return to their respective docks save for a few who had been tasked with launching a controversial offense against ground troops, though none were provided sanction to touch down. She had rightfully demanded her group to return back to base though proceeded to continue on towards a hot-zone on the ground. Further attention to the matter, revealed that prior to the Skyllian Blitz, Tessal had committed herself to an exhaustive investigation of the batarian clans known to traffic the space near Mindoir before it was assaulted. Years worth of compiled data revealed that she had discovered the identity of the slaver whom she believed to be responsible for her father's disappearance and it is believed by Alliance officials that Tessal had recognized them on Elysium and provoked a course of action to avenge her father's death which ultimately led to her supposed death. All of which is very much accurate, save for the last bit regarding her dying. She didn't.

    Soon after issuing her detail to return, Tessal followed the coordinates of a small batarian transport ship to a location just beyond an active skirmish between ground forces. The congregate of batarian fighters she encountered on the ground were quickly decimated with her fighter's weapons and the few that were either late to the fight or lucky enough to escape her attack, found themselves overwhelmed by her biotics. After she had quelled the pitiful attempt at defense, a pliable and unsettled ship-crew were all that remained, they more or less welcomed her aboard. At this point in time, the batarian forces had been crippled, any of which that remained had redirected themselves to desperately seeking some means of fleeing the planet, most were unsuccessful but a few ships managed to escape. Among them was the ship Tessal had commandeered.

    Once the ship had broken orbit and committed itself to its FTL jump out of the system, Tessal systematically destroyed its communication-relay network and several of the nonessential crew. Using her biotics and fueled by a newfound disdain for this particular sort, Tessal managed to ascertain the identity of the batarian warlord, Gorelovo, and his location on the planet of Anhur from the crew members. Tessal left the transporter vessel just beyond Anhur's orbit in one of the ship's disengaged escape-pods, unaware that the ship's discovery several weeks later by batarian officials and the corpses of the crew she had left behind would find itself in many of the planet's media institutions. Surprisingly, Gorelovo wasn't at all that hard to find; in fact, among the planet's denizens he was something of a household name. As an extremely affluent political identity of his society and one of the planet's most fervent advocates of the highly controversial pro-slavery human movement, he had already acquired a rather impressive sized group of incensed and impassioned enemies. There was simply no way that Tessal would be able to touch the man if she were functioning on her own devices.

    There was a certain temptation to return to the Alliance as they had formed a loose interest in the activities occurring on Anhur, though Tess reasoned that they'd be unwilling to initiate any sort of offense on her behalf or that of the humans being enslaved planet-side. Tessal installed herself into the planet's mercenary milieu, performing small security tasks for some of the human's corporations being threatened by proponents of the batarian cause; the work was comparatively easier than some of the tasks asked of her by the Alliance, though the environments she found herself in were always rife with conflict and hostile discourse. At one point, she ran into a former subordinate of hers from the Red Rock academy and was initially inclined to kill her under the belief that she was being pursued; though as it would turn out the pupil was merely visiting relatives she had on the planet. Incredulous of the circumstances surrounding her disappearance, the student was curious to know what actually befell Tess, who, in admission, felt obligated to tell her the truth. Over a period of months, their relationship developed into a romance of mutual attraction and respect, though Tess couldn't deny that on some guilty plane of consciousness she was exploiting the woman's status as one of the daughters of the galaxy's most influential corporations, one that also happened to be a great entity of support for the humans on Anhur.

    Utilizing her reputation as an accomplished mercenary and a petition from Catherine Hahne, Tess was able to convince the committee at the helm of Hahne-Kedar to invest several thousand credits and mod equipment into her and a hired group of mercenaries for a mission that would prove critical to the absolutionist's strategic movements. Reluctantly, her proposition was met with the board's acceptance and she was granted enough credits to outfit herself in a collection of state-of-the-art apparatus as well as a small detail of mercenaries and assassins she had chosen herself. Progress in the war between the two species had forcibly met a standstill, the report of casualties was unimaginably high, but neither forces could confidently establish dominion over each other. Entire cities were decimated by the struggle, others were transformed into large battle-zones where forces tore each other to shreds; many politicians fled the planet as the populace met a gruesome demise. Despite the austerity of the environment Tess had preserved her connections to the warlord, Gorelovo, keeping detailed accounts of his movements and readying herself to make an assault on an escaping cruiser if necessary. However, Gorelovo was an extremely proud and overconfident batarian; somehow always certain that his people would come out of this as victor and as such never saw it necessary to flee his home.

    By the time he started experiencing realities of doubt and denial, Tessal had already established a strategic perimeter around the compound he occupied. Gorelovo and his men held out for days, possessing an extremely capable defense that was nearly impossible to compromise and an unhindered transmission that alerted batarian forces nearby. For the better part of a week, Tessal found herself and her detail on their heels, thwarting batarian floods from surrounding areas. The turning point of this skirmish arose when a quarian working for a separate group of mercenaries managed to hack into the compounds communication network and scatter the bulk of the batarian forces to other zones of combat. Finally, alleviated from the strain of outlying antagonists, Tess made a full on assault of the compound; several of the mercenaries were mowed down by the batarian firepower,though because of it, Tessal was able to successfully infiltrate the establishment and secure Gorelovo. After promising the batarian warlord political immunity and a subsequent interrogation of his activities in Mindoir around the time of her father's reported disappearance, Tessal discovered that he was responsible for his death. Most of the mercenaries wanted to kill him simply because of the perilous battle they were thrown in, though Tessal prohibited such an action; instead she shattered most of his vertebrae and invoked pressurization in his brain so precise that it inhibited his ability to speak or see.


    2177-2185

    Thereafter the Anhur Rebellion, Tessal was faced with two distinctly separate options: she could either return to the Systems Alliance and face its judicial processes, with the likely result of her being demoted and stuck behind some computer aboard a rarely employed frigate in some forlorn corner of the galaxy, or she could eke out her reputation as a mercenary and see what pursuits it awarded her. The structured-lifestyle allowed by the Navy was something truly sought after and perhaps this was all something she could come back from; though no matter how much she tried to reason it (for both herself and her developed romance with Lieutenant Hahne) there was simply no longer a source of reason for her travel that path. She cut the seams binding her to the SA, and used connections with the Hahne-Kedar corporation to bolster her reputation in the arena of freelance employment. This would eventually put her in the path of Thane Krios who had similarly been on the planet to conduct some personal business of his own; the two would find themselves in a seedy bar in one of the city's lower wards, and within a conversation information of the Black Omens would surface. Tessal had encountered other agencies before, most of them shoddy little organizations local to specific planets, though nothing that spanned the galaxy and boasted a network of information as expansive as theirs.

    Due to her dealings on Anhur, Tessal found the organization to be exceedingly willing to accept her as one of their own, and in a lot of ways both parties stood to profit from her induction. It may have been on the extreme opposite end of the spectrum from the Systems Alliance, but she operated herself within its inner workings based on the same tactful approach; she accepted only the most impossible directives, those seen as having an unattractively small likelihood of success and thus an extremely appealing payout both in the way of credits and repute. She conducted herself expertly, culminating years of formal martial training, to exceed her fellow agents and witness a level of success none had the capacity to appreciate. However, her success became a thing of wide renown, it was proving detrimental to the recruiting capabilities of the agency, and her recklessness on some of the operations were amounting to dire costliness. Members of the Black Omens' head orchestrated a fixed operation for her to command in which she'd be eliminated in the process of conducting; though they hadn't been nearly as discreet with their intentions as they probably should have. Tessal began to foster a distrust for the agency when the nature of her operations turned from impossible to suicidal and because of measures she had taken to infiltrate the Black Omens' corporation she was already privy of their plan to off her even as it was developing.

    In spite of this, she agreed to carry out the directive of infiltrating a turian space-station outfitted with a devastating system of defense. Before the actual mission was initiated, however, she sold the information to a turian ambassador and conducted a little mission of her own. Kidel Vale, the head of the Black Omens at the time of her entrance, was a man who was aware of almost everything in his grasp; his hand was plunged into nearly every aspect of his organization in his attempt to manage it like a marionette puppeteer. Ironically enough, it was he who was most enthusiastic about hiring Tessal as mercenary despite her prior record of being a decorated officer of the SA, as well as the man who deemed her a liability and issued the command to have her terminated. He was mightily surprised when he walked into his office that morning of his death and witnessed the several bloodied bodies lying randomly on the ground and even more distressed when he finally composed himself long enough to meet the gaze of the woman occupying his throne of power. Though he was a former turian commando himself, the defense he provided in response to her attack was pitiful at best and while authorities couldn't make head nor tail of the mess they discovered on the pavement several hundred stories bellow his office, Tessal knew she was right to depose him.

    After his death, the Black Omens fell into disarray, some of the committee closest to Vale attempted to usurp control though all had the odd tendency of dying. Tessal figured they all had a corrupted foresight and would inevitably bring about the organization's ruin, instead of seeing the Black Omens potential be wasted, she took the reigns herself and began a period of reconstruction. The first step was marked with destroying their headquarters and transferring all information on coordinated networks and operations to a quarian specialist who managed the information and constructed an AI with Tessal's directive at its core. Tess then proceeded to shed the organization of all its dead weight by eliminating its constituents who had expressed any degree of distrust or dubiousness in the face of her direction, thus effectively establishing herself as its undisputed leader. She maintained the sense of division from those who had made it their life's work of killing and fighting for hire and those others had the ability and trust to orchestrate the organization remotely. Thus if any large portion of one part of the organization were to be compromised the whole would not be dismantled and divisions could be reclaimed and repaired. For years, the Black Omens roved the galaxy securing connections with major corporations and organizations; chief among them was their involvement with the Shadow Broker.

    In 2185, Tessal had witnessed the full reconstruction of the Black Omens and united its members to an extent never seen in the organization's history. Shortly after the events surrounding the invasion of the reapers, Tessal saw some opportunity in staking a claim on the morally derelict station of Omega. Her arrival was marked with an almost incessant activity of skirmishes initiated by the station's incumbent gangs, though this wasn't her force large-scale conflict, and she certainly had the tactility and combat prowess to make quick work of her opposition. After a matter of months and several successful operations, she had carved out a comfortable little niche for herself on Omega, even succeeded in establishing the Black Omens as a formidable entity within Aria T'Loak's highly illicit milieu. The queen, for whatever reason, sanctioned the Black Omens arrival which was more than enough for her to be content with. Recently, however, the queen has disappeared from the station; and while her rule is still something to contend with, several of Omega's gangs have become exceedingly confident in their ability to exploit the serendipity behind her disappearance. Unfortunately for them, they haven't quite settled with the idea that perhaps Aria isn't the worst enemy to contend with.



    OOC Notes:

    • Tessal was born as Andrea Dempsey, though changed her name shortly after her departure from the Alliance as a means to forge a new identity.
    • During one of her mercenary jobs, Tessal sustained severe injuries after jumping off a rooftop to apprehend a batarian thief. The extent of her injuries were mainly lacerations to the abdomen and arms though her flesh quickly repaired itself with use of biotic gel; the mandible fracture she sustained, however, required she be outfitted with a robotic brace fixed to the bones of her jaw.





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    The Omens



    "The Black Omens is an organization of mercenaries and assassins with a substantial presence in the Terminus Systems and Nemean Abyss. Composed of some of the most efficient and brutal killers ever known, they are contracted and of high demand but cater only to an exclusive client list capable of paying their excessive charges."


    Petrov Ivchenko:
    (BO Designation: Chief)

    Petrov serves as Tessal's right-hand; he's chief in overseeing the bulk of the Black Omen's operations, working almost intrinsically with Razziaus to coordinate the activities of his employees as well as some of the organization's more personal pursuits. He's one of three people who possess an intimate understanding of the organization's inner workings and is the only one deemed competent enough to conduct Black Omen's affairs in the absence of its leader. His history with Tess' originates in her time spent with the Fifth Fleet where both her and the--then--Commander served as operatives for the 63rd Scout Flotilla. After she was transferred to the RR training facility, Petrov continued his work with 63rd and soon garnered the attention of some of Fifth Fleet's higher brass. He would go on to be assigned to an enigmatic special task force under Alliance command that eventually came to be appropriated by Cerberus. After the shift of command, Petrov found himself distrustful of the Naval's cause and took a permanent leave of absence. Sometime before the Anhur Rebellion, Petrov was contacted by one of his former operatives looking for qualified combatants to lead an assault on the planet's batarian slavers. After proving himself extremely resourceful in the attack on Gorelovo's compound, Petrov--among others--was approached by Anhurian leaders to head their efforts in developing an independent militant force loyal to the human absolutionists. For more than two years he committed himself to this movement, until contacted once again by his old comrade Tessal, who extended him a high ranking position within the Black Omens.


    Christine Foranne
    (BO Designation: Anvil)

    Lieutenant Foranne acts as a liaison for the Black Omens' network of mercenaries; with thousands of servicemen under her contract she holds considerable influence in the organization's militant force. She organizes contacts throughout the Terminus Systems as well as the Nemean Abyss though to an understandably lesser extent on the latter. Her main role is managing the expansive mercenary network under her command: whether that's enforcing the admittedly rigorous qualification-mandate all mercenaries must meet to be affiliated with the organization or eliminating those whose loyalties have been compromised. Much like the rest of Black Omens' command, she handles her responsibilities with veritable sincerity, often times extending herself to be an advisory figure to its leader. Her ideas are a bit more progressive than others and she takes every opportunity she can to restore the organization to what she perceives as its former glory. She was a prominent member of the organization when it was nothing more than a start-up corporation and has maintained tremendously useful connections with other corporations and galactic politicians since, making herself an indispensable resource in the organization's general management. Her rank as a Lieutenant in the Naval Alliance is a source of tremendous pride for her and she is thorough in making sure anyone who's someone is aware of that. While the Black Omens and the NA have a tense history, they possess an acumen strong enough to oversee some of their legal differences; this is evidenced in the numerous operations the organization has conducted on the Navy's behalf as well as the Navy's willingness to provide them with information when they can. Part of the reason Black Omens currently have a stake in Omega is due to the advise provided by Christine and the relationship she has with the current leader of the Blue Suns.


    Razziaus'Cael nar Idenna
    (BO Designation: Savant )

    Razziaus serves as the Black Omens' pecuniary pundit; he has headed its financial sector for almost a century and fosters an extremely intimate understanding of its fiscal status. His career with the Black Omens started shortly after the completion of his Pilgrimage, with him providing successive and invaluable insight into some of Citadel space's market viability. The organization's economic prosperity is due entirely to his ingenious acumen and fiscal oversight, finding the most promising channels of revenue and creating a pangalactic client base that included quite a cast of industry barons. To the credit of his ability, the Black Omens have found themselves on the doors of corporations dealing in weapons and personal defense, vehicle design and manufacturing, mining and energy procurement, biotechnologies, exploration and colonization, and system-wide shipping. His tendency to stray away from the organization's political aspects has served him well and the only time he seems to interject on his own behalf is when the Black Omens economic constitution is at stake. He's always been weary of the group's ruling committee and saw Tessal's coup d'état as a necessary evil to preserve the company's greater being; though admittedly he has become more paranoid over the years going so far as to construct a detail of synthetics for his protection. Even these sentinels are outfitted with terminus-programs that self-activate upon any incident of awareness beyond what they were programmed to effect. Despite this, his competence has never been questioned and he acts as joint-chief of the organization with Petrov during its leader's absence.



    Risette Dawson
    (BO Designation: Mute)

    Risette heads the highly enigmatic faction of assassins employed to the Black Omens and serves as the organization's only connection with the Shadow Broker. Comparatively speaking, the network of assassins is one of the organizations most novel addenda largely due its illicit nature and scrupulous habit of gaining the attention of institutions that the Black Omens would do best to elude. However, the galaxy fosters a general contempt for politicians and corporate figures, something the faction readily utilizes and has assisted them in creating a very lucrative revenue for the organization as a whole. As a rule of thumb, corporations and politicians that regularly employ the Black Omens' services are exempt from becoming victims of it, though exceptions have been made in the past when the organization stood to gain tremendously from such an action. Most of the agents are prior servicemen in militias with decorative backgrounds and have enough credentials to gain Risette's personal attention, though there are some who found themselves on the organization's doorstep based on their reputation alone. Tess carries a public distrust of the faction's guidance if only because she is both unable and unwilling to meddle in its activities; compounding this distrust is the fact that the faction operates largely on the Shadow Broker's agenda. In the past, the Shadow Broker has dictated what marks they receive and commits a portion of its attention to making sure that the faction's activities doesn't in any way prove to be a detriment. Other than its financial contributions, not much is known of how the faction functions, and even less is known of the woman who heads it. From the information that Razziaus has pieced together, it is known that as a child, Risette was taken from her family by Cerberus and forced into the Teltin facility to participate in a program studying the extent of biotics among humans. In one of the experiments they were conducting, Tess sustained a biotic-related injury that obliterated the flesh of her right eye and paralyzed the remaining side of her face. Shortly thereafter the program came to a halt when the facility's captives initiated a breakout resulting in the death of nearly everyone present save for a few fortunate children. Despite the chaotic and atrocious nature of that incident, Risette did manage to escape though only after having the flesh in her left arm severed and its bones pulverized from a frenzied Subject Zero. Biotic-centered physical therapy and robotic prosthesis has returned to her most of that which had been carved out or crushed, though many who have actually met her are quick to write her off as disturbed and possibly psychotic. Nevertheless, she was recruited by the organization specifically at Petrov's behest and has proven to be quite invaluable in its expansion.
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    Christine
    Zeta District, Omega


    "I'm not a huge fan of it either," came the words from Christine's mouth, preoccupied and ladden with a palpable sense of apprehension; it was her ill attempt at consoling the unsettled operative at her side, one who's eyes bore into the scope of his rifle at a spot in the Zeta District that was soon to be the scene of an oddly controlled chaos. Chaos in this part of the galaxy was universally reckless and typically bled out profusely; it wasn't silent and orchestrated, there was no room for the notion of minimizing casualties. The agents of chaos in this case had gone to some unusual lengths to ensure discretion of their presence; not typical of the gangs who would usually attempt this: they needed the publicity. "But the orders came from Tessal herself and those are typically the kind you do best to follow." Trying to mask her incredulity, Christine watched as a group of peculiarly outfitted individuals converged on the supposed Black Omens' center of operations from atop a vantage point afforded to her by an adjacent apartment complex. History taught her to reluctantly accept the information collected from brokers as, more often than not, their sort had the habit of providing only when they stood to profit. However, this information was at least substantiated by two agents with secure connections to the Shadow Broker, a source of at least some relief for the Lieutenant. She turned to a quarian situated at a desk, a blue splaying of virtual data casting light reflected by the black visor of his envrio-suit; he plucked at the communication-interface monitoring the status of ten groups across the station, all placed at tactical spots within this operation. "Send word right now to all teams that the Councillor and whatever men accompanied her are to remain disengaged. It's about to get chaotic down there and we need to make sure everyone's attention is where it's supposed to be."

    "I don't see why it matters anyways. Councillor or not, I don't see the logic in jeopardizing the life of our leader; its just fucking reckless if you ask me." The operative's sights were fixed into the back of an individual donning an attire with Cerberus' design, the cross-hairs bearing into its neck with unmoved fixation even as he expressed his doubt.

    "I suppose that's why no one made it a point to ask you then," she retorted sarcastically before taking a seat. "Everyone bunker down, let Alliance have their fun."








    Tessal Drasayus
    Zeta District, Omega


    The skirmish that ensued didn't exactly escalate as their was purposely no forewarning of their presence, but it didn't really erupt either; it just sort of occurred. It was almost refreshing to see how thoroughly the whole thing was executed; one minute an oddly eclectic detail of six individuals was reported to be approaching the complex, and the next they were dispatching the gangsters Tessal had hired specifically for this fight left and right. The whole thing transpired in only a matter of several minutes, marked with expedient albeit tactful movements on the Alliance's part that effectively tore through Tessal's defenses like they were nothing more than a group of passerby given weapons and promised money to hold a position. In fact, they ran through them a bit too easily; Tess soon found herself overwhelmed, watching as the men were mowed down, ashamed to have let them donned the Black Omens attire in the first place. In spite of this, she did her part to ensure the operation proceeded authentically, even succeeding in dispatching one of the antagonists before being overcome by a bombardment of EMP and optic-disorients. In one instant she was trying to collect herself, using her biotics to effectively knock back the concussives and in the next she was experiencing the sensation of being prodded and jolted with a current of electricity that overwhelmed her biotics and rendered her unconscious.

    It took her several moments to get her system to right itself, though when it eventually did, she found herself willing it to go offline again; the gaze she encountered as her vision focused was piercing and more lethal than she had ever remembered it to be. She'd seen that face affect many moods before, but never one so embittered and passively hostile; not that Tess didn't deserve it. She did. She sorta deserved the less-than-amicable kidnapping and definitely the potent sense of uneasiness she felt sitting across from the woman she had spent the last near-decade putting as much of the galaxy in-between her as she could. "Nice to see you cadet Hahne" she said squarely, putting weight on her former title. "Oh, that's right, it's Councillor now. My apologies, you'll have to excuse my incompetence, I just sustained enough electricity to put an elcor on his ass."

    "Was that all," the Councillor blinked in mock startlement, looking up and past Tess, "Commander I told you to use more than that."

    "She's small," replied Vega with a dismissive shrug.

    "Is she? And I here remember nothing but I giant pain."

    The Commander and Javik exchanged suggestive glances, the latter clearing his throat ineffectually, the sound weighty and deep in his baritone, it resonated throughout the room with audible discomfort. "I will be outside," he said to no one in particular. Vega nodded in agreement and followed the Prothean out of the room entertaining no hesitation whatsoever. When the door closed, and Catherine's gaze fell upon Tess with all the weight of the Omega itself, the room's atmosphere became palpably more charged. It was just them now, no audience and no need for theatrics.

    "Fuck you, Tess," came the words cold and unhindered, "Call me by a title one more time and I might just kick your ass like it's never been kicked. What happened to your jaw?" If the question came from a place of concern, Catherine did a shitty job at showing it. Her expression was just as cold, her arms defiantly crossed across her chest, still unmoved in her chair, but for her eyes. And now that they were alone, those weren't leaving the woman across from her.

    "My jaw will fix itself," Tess' words flat and purposely void of the guilt building up inside of her. "My head on the other hand is at present being ravaged by your idiocy and complete self-disregard." She hunched forward, her newfound anger serving as an effective anesthetic for the pangs of shame she was experiencing just moments ago. "What the hell are you doing here? Did you honestly think a member of the council could just waltz into the heart of the galaxy's most reputed hub of organized crime and, what, no one would catch wind of that?! That's not exactly the kind of information that just stays in one spot; do you realize the length one has to go to just to contain that information?" Sitting back, she slowly regained her composure, not once taking her eyes away from Hahne's steely demeanor. "Let me just tell you, it's a bloody and very costly length for your information."

    "I had help planning both this side trip and our meeting. As far as anyone knows, I've recently arrived at Illium for talks with the Asari administration there," Hahne scoffed. "As for my idiocy and complete self-disregard...what did you expect? In case you hadn't noticed, there was a war. These big ugly looking robot things? Ring any bells? Millions upon millions dead? You expected me to stay rational?" Catherine shot up out her seat to her full height, her eyes brimming with anger and her haw set stubbornly. "You expected me to stay away? Really? Without so much as a notice that you weren't dead?"

    Catharine Hahne snorted. "I repeat: fuck you."

    Tess averted her eyes, looked away from Catherine's heated gaze that bore heavily into her, across the table at her wound fists that bespoke of emotions attempting to be subdued. She thought to react, though quickly withdrew herself, her expression softening in her reluctance to channel what it was exactly she was feeling; what she had been feeling all this time. The ineffable and ever-present feeling of guilt that plagued her every thought; that seized her in the middle of the night and forced the breath from her lungs when she reflected on how callously she abandoned Catherine. In that brief moment in which she was unable to speak, rendered mute in her chair with the expression of a criminal whose misdeeds had finally caught up to them, she thought about a great many of things. Namely the fact that the woman who stood before her was no longer the wide-eyed pupil she had first met, nor the older though admittedly just as hopeful Commander she made love to on Anhur; she was a woman with an unimaginably strong repute: a council member of the Citadel. Finally Tess found the courage to look up at her, meeting her gaze squarely with an odd, impassive look in her eyes and delivered the worst answer that she possibly could.

    "I expected you to grow up Catherine, I expected you to forget about me and discount our love as something unsuitable for a woman of your station. You're a leader of this galaxy for Christ's sake, not just some impulsive brat who has the luxury of acting on a whim," she stood up, her movement assured and facile though soft enough that Catherine wouldn't assume it threatening. With no regard for the rationality of the action she would next commit herself to, she grabbed Catherine gingerly and allowed herself a tender kiss. It was a selfish gesture really, something Tess dwelt on even before she discovered Catherine would soon be visiting her and while it certainly wouldn't repair the fractured state of their relationship, it was sincere and surprisingly passionate. "But I'm glad you did, all the same."

    Thoughts faded when Catharine felt the damp, silken warmth of the woman's lips press against her own clear glossed and faint pink lips. For a moment, Catharine's hyperactive mind, simply stopped and stood helpless as her heart took over. Catharine's right hand had started at her sides, but now found itself on Tess's left hip. Gentle, warm...loving. When it was done, Catharine took a step back. Her eyes glittering in the dim Omega light as tears threatened. The same look of confusion and pain back on her face. Her voice desperate, and whispered. "You didn't have to play me. I would've helped you. I loved you."

    Tess blinked ineffectually, bereft of the words to combat Catherine's accusation. She knew Catherine loved her, knew it as she made the decision to leave without even extending her the courtesy of a goodbye; knew it as her cruiser ascended through the planet's atmosphere to eventually be swallowed by the indomitable blackness of space, and while it took almost everything within her to suppress the urge to turn back around, she didn't. This time Tess didn't shift her eyes away, letting Catherine witness just how helpless she felt in this situation; she would brave that steely gaze and would do so without cowering in guilt. Her eyes almost pulsated in the room's caliginosity, her expression soft and uncharacteristically submissive almost in the way of pleading. She opened her mouth to speak though was abruptly cut off by a quick, forceful rap at the room's door.









    Petrov
    Zeta District, Omega


    "Tovarishch," exclaimed Petrov into his comm-unit,"You're taking too long! Your incompetence is fucking up our schedule!" He slipped against the window he was meant to look out of, parting its metal shutters, and took an inconspicuous observation of the district below him. Nothing stirred. After the little skirmish that had transpired only a few moments ago had calmed down, the district's center fell into a characteristically unsettling stillness. Watching Tess get the shit shocked out of her and then towed off like some burlap sack on a thief's back was thoroughly entertaining for the Black Omens' second-in-command. He respected the woman undoubtedly and though his loyalty to her was incorruptible; it was a sight he was sure he'd never witness again, sort of like the birth of a planet or the collapse of a star. He returned the shutters to their place and walked to the other end of the room, occupying himself with listless drags at the cigarette in-between his chapped lips. "You finish now?" he asked annoyed.

    His question was met initially with silence, the comm-unit breaking up into a fit of static before it righted itself and the voice of his contact came in over the broadcast. "You better be good on your word! I want immediate transportation and asylum in Noveria," came the voice shaky and exerted.

    Petrov rolled his eyes in the darkness, "Listen. You come through on your end and we'll tow your ass off to any pocket of the galaxy. Just, for the love of Christ, hurry up."

    The former Talon member turned silent over the link. The quick, successive sounds of him accessing an interface could be heard through his heavy breathing. "There!" he exclaimed, "it's finished! Anyone with an eye to Omega's sky will have those coordinates. You sure it's a Councillor, that just doesn't sound right."

    Petrov dismissed the latter question, "You did include the feed of the ship, right?" He asked speaking of the Alliance cruiser he fortuitously encountered and managed to "direct" to the space-station.

    "Of course. Ju--"

    "Good. Now just find a rock to crawl under for the next couple hours, the streets of Omega are about to get a little more chaotic."


    ***


    Utilizing Zeta District's current state of peace, Petrov slunk in and out of the alleyways surrounding the shop he had seen his leader be taken into. From out of the shadows and his cloaking device, his figure materialized itself before two Eclipse members, hands held up and out in front of him and a grin somewhat misplaced on his face. Both men snapped to attention and rushed the approaching figure. "Turn around," spoke one, obviously privy to the nature of his arrival. The approach of his greeting confirmed that this was indeed the entrance the information broker had informed them of, which meant that the two before him were obviously not Eclipse members.

    Petrov looked at one of the men wryly before returning his hands back to his side. "I could...But then I just might feel compelled to tell anyone who will listen that a Councillor has somehow found herself in this very seedy part of the galaxy."

    His response was successful in provoking the men who snapped their weapons upwards and thrust them into the man's direction. Petrov remained still, unmoved by their newfound aggression he simply raised his hand in the air and let off a forceful snap of his fingers. Seemingly seconds before he could finish sliding his fingers against each other, a sound so loud and concussive shattered the district's silence; a trail of light penetrated the street's darkness and extended off into some unforeseen portion of the apartment behind them. No one was harmed, simply because there was no intention to harm; the shot was meant merely to propagate the knowledge that somewhere beyond their immediate area, there existed some matter of reinforcement. Petrov cleared his throat as the two men returned their weapons. "Right.....," he turned around and directed a thumbs-up to some area behind the veil of darkness. "Would you just let the Cerberus operative and Blue Suns thug know that I wish to speak with them."


    ***


    James Vega appeared through the room's obscurity, initially thrown off by the apparent lack of distance between the two women, though he thought better than to comment on it. His anger was visible, almost tactile , and the expression he donned was entirely accusatory. "Ms. Drasayus, were you planning on informing us of the multiple gangs closing in on this location sometime before or after your little lover's quarrel?" As he stepped to the side, another gentleman filed into the room just behind him; his arms held casually at his back and a wry smile on his face that was intended only to irk the living shit out of Commander Vega. He seemed oddly at ease and intentionally oblivious to the five men behind him all of which had their weapons trained on his back. "Greetings," he said with an unnerving degree of joviality.

    "Petrov," Tessal offered simply.

    Catherine looked up to Petrov and back to Tess, her face almost entirely blank if not for the hint of cold-rage starting to carve itself into her visage. Tess imagined that Petrov should have probably foreseen the Councillor's next course of action, though whether he did or did not was moot, the outcome was all the same. Hahne's response was simple, if lacking in elegance: the sound of her pistol extending to full shape and charging as she took it from her belt and into her right hand broke the room's silence; the gun was trained intimately at Petrov's forehead. There was a moment where even Vega, a man who had seen more crazy than he knew what to do with during his time with the Normandy and it's famed Commander, froze exactly where he was. "You weren't invited," she stated flatly.

    If Petrov was worried by the fact that he might soon have a fairly large and unmanageable hole punctured into his head, he didn't show it on his face. He simply stood there unmoved, waiting for the joke to be over...but it wasn't. Catherine never fired, she simply smashed the butt of the pistol into his head with a degree of violence and anger that almost left her growling. Petrov fell to his knees on the ground, allowing himself a verbose fit of profanity and he cradled his head."That's for being rude. Javik, we're leaving. Plan B. Tess..." Cat started, as if she were going to issue the woman a quick order, as well...before pausing, and letting their eyes touch one last time. "It was nice knowing you. Have a nice life." With a quick turn on her heel, Councillor Hahne was out the door. Vega stayed behind a moment, looking at the man on the ground and then Tess before shrugging and hustling to catch up with the group that was likely already halfway down the corridor. Tess simply stood there, her eyes glazed over in a train of thought few would be able to guess at. She finally gathered herself as the sound of their treat reverberated throughout the metallic corridors.

    "I told you she was lightning in a bottle," she scoffed at Petrov as he stood to collect himself. "You okay?"

    Petrov flashed a tarnished smile and removed his hand from his head, pressing gingerly against the site of his wound; though the skin was visibly distressed their was no bleeding or apparent swelling. "I think this synthetic skin-weave has done me more good in situations like that, than on any battlefield."

    "I think you're habit of pissing women off is bound to get you killed one day," Tess replied humorously as she continued towards the door. "You've secured the docking bay, correct?" Gravitas restored. "Send teams two, five, and nine into their positions. I want them holding them until the Councillor and her pompy-ass group manage to get off this damn rock. Got it?"

    "Ma'am!" He shifted just barely behind Tess as he prepared to launch the next question. "What exactly did you guys talk about," he asked both eager and reluctantly.

    Tess didn't even look at him. "Do what I told you, and nothing more," she said coldly.







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