Mass Effect: Nova [Shadow Broker Files]

[Dervish]

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Access File 1082376

I have some time to kill while the paint dries and I probably should have some form of documentation for what the hell was going through my mind today so I can show where my momentary lapse of sanity began.

I received contact from a previously unknown client earlier this week who was waving around a giant wad of cash, so to speak. When somebody promises ten grand just to stop in and listen, I’m inclined to listen and make a courtesy stop. Usually it’s Kosso who arranges these meetings due to his sketchy background, but for some reason my name stuck out for reasons unknown to me at this time that I was the one contacted. Probably because I’m the only person on this ship who managed to leave the military with an honourable discharge, and whenever Admiral Hackett gives us work, they always throw me to the old wolf because apparently I am the face of diplomacy when it comes to my old vocation. Tossers.

As far as meeting arrangements go, it doesn’t get much better. We go to the Citadel, wander down to Chora’s Den, meet the only guy there who isn’t trying to waste a week’s pay cheque on dancers and liquor, and see if we’re interested. If they’re offering 10k worth of credits for an audience, they must be pretty fucking sure of themselves. That and Nova’s probably made a name for ourselves with the right people. So, I’ll bite.

This will be our first time out with the new guys, and I find myself in the awkward position of realizing that only three of the founders are still with the ship. Jorgo’s gone off doing some salarian spy bullshit, Helina’s got a lead on whatever’s been troubling her, and David decided to go visit old friends. So that leaves our resident beloved jackass Tillus to act like a 14 year old whenever things get dicey, Roland to try and hit on anything without a cock between their legs, and me to try and keep anything that doesn’t have a heartbeat from falling apart. Apparently the three of us are supposed to keep a tight reign on the new people. Let’s hope they’re worth splitting each pay with, I was one of the ones who did vouch for recruitment, after all.

Let’s start off on a good note. We have a quarian named Tzvi (whom I’ve taken to calling Savvy) who’s just a kid but despite the fact she seems like she’s a borderline nervous wreck is a pretty quiet and friendly addition to the team, and she gets bonus points for being able to name most of the parts on the Kodiak. She’s about the only person I can trust to touch it without it breaking, which reminds me I need to bug Tillus about accidently cutting open the leather on his seat. I kind of get the impression Savvy’s kind of getting the idea that the galaxy’s not really full of warm, friendly people but she needs to relax around us more. I’m one of the few people who actively likes quarians and she looks at me from time to time like I’m going to shove her head through an exhaust manifold if she turns her back for too long. I don’t even know if she drinks. She knows her stuff, and she does get along with everyone so I think she’ll make a great addition to the team provided she learns to relax a bit.

I almost jumped at the opportunity to hire Ahren just for the sole purpose of making Tillus uncomfortable. This guy’s a straight up hardcore typical turian soldier who turned his former loathing for my people into a bizarre fixation on collecting frivolous and useless crap that he thinks represents our culture and antiques. I need to keep my room locked up when I’m not around or I know he’s going to run off with my ancestor’s old Lee-Enfield. A 275 year old rifle isn’t something he’d likely pass up if he had the chance, I suspect. I do find his human junk collection to be endearing, however, and it probably puts the quarian flotilla to shame. On a personal level, there’s a surprising lack of friction between the two of us considering he personally fought in the First Contact War on the opposite side of my father. Even more surprising, I haven’t had the irrational thought of wondering if he was the one who killed him. Regardless, he holds himself up to a pretty high personal code of conduct and he’s made it pretty clear the reason he was interested in Nova was because we’re not so big on the nasty illegal shit that the Big Three and a bunch of other no-name outfits get up to. It’s not every day somebody thinks a group of rag tag freelancers have moral standards. We must be moving up in the world.

The other new guy we picked up is some drell assassin hotshot called Kratos. Typically, not the friendliest or happiest of sorts. We needed somebody to fill David’s niche and we found it in a physically imposing guy who before joining up with us made a living happily killing untold numbers of people. Either we’re desperate, stupid, or whoever extended the offer knows something I don’t. He’s polite enough and he hasn’t given me a bad feeling yet, but I need to work with him enough to know if he’s going to gel with the team. I mean, shit. We picked up a vorcha and he seems more sociable than the drell. At least Kratos’ not an asshat like Kosso. At the very least, if things go pear shaped at this meeting, I know our new assassin’s good for dealing with threats. Small comforts count for something, right?

Not much to say on the vorcha right now calling himself Kygg. For a race that’s supposed to be a bunch of savage brutes, he seems to be pretty decent. He has a pretty good aptitude for engineering and against all expectations, he’s actually getting along pretty well with the crew. I love it when somebody who’s supposed to be a blood thirsty killing machine turns out exceeding your expectations. Remarkably, he’s main niche is exterior repair and maintenance on the Tyrus. It’s an aging warship and there’s always one or two things that come up that require some tender loving care. Hiring Kygg alone to fix it saves us a lot of fuel and time for trying to find a planet with a habitable climate to run through repairs. Although, the idea of a vorcha space walking is oddly amusing. It’s the kind of thing that would give the original astronauts nightmares thinking about. Imagine that sabertoothed bastard coming at you from your blind spot when you’re trying to fiddle around with a tool that’s threatening to float away from you to be lost in a planet’s gravity well.

Not much has changed with Karin and Kosso other than the two of them seem like they’ve been with the team all along and it’s only been six months since we ran into them by chance on Elysium. Without them, I’m pretty sure we would have died within half an hour of landing. Remind me to send Admiral Hackett a thank you card for sending us into a situation we were horribly unprepared for. Karin’s a hacking wizard and a hell of a sharp shooter, and despite her history that she’s reluctant to share with the class, we’ve gotten along pretty well even if we keep to ourselves most of the time. Her and Kosso seem to enjoy taking the piss out of each other since day one. She’s always been a good fit with Nova, and Kosso has his moments where I’m surprised nobody’s knocked his teeth out but I for the most part like the guy. Whatever he did before is paying off now and he always has this magical way of having a new job lined up for us that so far hasn’t ended in a spectacular betrayal. Maybe he’s learning the power of friendship.

Nope, couldn’t write that with a straight face.

Tyrus is almost through the Citadel Relay, so it’s time to wrap this up. We have a pretty untested team going in, so doing something routine and boring with a chance of losing sobriety in the process is a plus. At least we’ll be able to tell if there’re any cowboys on the team who thinking shooting everything is all we do. Probably best we’re not allowed to bring guns on the Citadel. I’d rather not botch a high-profile contact because somebody can’t hold their liquor.

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...Welcome to the Palaven Military Archives.
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Accessing: DOSSIERS>SPECIAL_FORCES>CABALS>COVERT_OPERATIONS>S PE-004

SPE-004
Squad Type: CABAL
Specialization: COVERT OPERATIONS
Leadership: SPECTRE COMMAND
Status: Permanently compromised
Basic individual personnel information follows.

KABALIM
Name: FORRIL, CASTEN
Year of Birth: 2149
Homeworld: PALAVEN
Gender: MALE
Status: Killed in action
Notes: Carries Spectre status since before assignment to SPE-004. Specializes in proficiency with multiple weapons and combat tactics.

LIEUTENANT
Name: GAVIDA, GETON
Year of Birth: 2131
Homeworld: PALAVEN
Gender: MALE
Status: Killed in action
Notes: Has recognition from prior battles for tactical expertise.

LIEUTENANT
Name: CHEKINIS, QUELLI
Year of Birth: 2139
Homeworld: INVICTUS
Gender: FEMALE
Status: Killed in action
Notes: Is trained in survival skills and use of the environment in combat.

SOLDIER
Name: PILLINIAN, INAN
Year of Birth: 2151
Homeworld: PALAVEN
Gender: FEMALE
Status: Killed in action
Notes: Achieved high marks in combat efficiency in training. Both parents are decorated veterans.

VANGUARD
Name: CARTURIK, TILLUS
Year of Birth: 2153
Homeworld: OMA_KER
Gender: MALE
Status: Away without leave
Notes: Heavy training with assault rifle. Remarkable strength with telekinetic biotic abilities.

ENGINEER
Name: PIVER, TADRIK
Year of Birth: 2145
Homeworld: AEPHUS
Gender: MALE
Status: Killed in action
Notes: Efficient with shotgun and weapon, armor, and ammunition modifications. Exemplary hacking skills, especially with omni-tools and combat drones.

INFILTRATOR
Name: VALAL, ENOK
Year of Birth: 2148
Homeworld: PALAVEN
Gender: FEMALE
Status: Killed in action
Notes: Service in military is extended due to negotiation of punishment for crimes of identity theft at early age. Shows passion for new career. Uses tactical cloak and omni-blade as well as heavy weapons very efficiently. Negotiation skills are exemplary.

END OF DOSSIER

[TheMidnighter]

oMni Tool Journal Function
Please Insert Passkey: ****-****
Accepted.
User ID: ACalibos
Begin Recording

-thing on? Oh, right.

Just getting settled in to my cabin on the Tyrus. First day on the job, but we spent most of it in transit so I didnt' exactly get a chance to dazzle the other crew members. Mostly just unpacking boxes and nursing my head.

Been too long since I was last stationed on a ship. Keep hitting my head on fixings or tripping over pipes. You never forget the smell of recycled air, though. Every bit of the ship smells like every other bit of the ship, all mixed and mingled together.

Speaking of the ship, I've met some of the new crew. Not all of them, I think. There's another Turian apparently, but I think he's actually avoiding me. The rest are humans, Drell and a Quarian. I met the ship technician, a human female named Tanya. I'm getting better at telling human genders apart at least. We seemed to get on fairly well, but I think we were both trying to avoid mentioning Relay 314. Time will tell.

Anyway, I shouldn't talk too long. Our first job is on the Citadel and I need to get back in touch with Von. I hear he's got a cousin working on the Citadel, so I'm thinking he'll be able to get me some good deals.

Now how do I turn this thing off? Serrice Council can eat my-

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*Sigh* I'm bored, and Tanya's in her room only Captain knows what, so that means I can't pick on her and Tillus is always a little baby when it comes to my teasing so he's out as well. I miss Helina, and Jorgo... to a lesser extent David, but with all the new recruits plaguing the ship I'd give anything to play against that rigged deck of his. Well, they're not all bad there is that nice quari-

*Muffled Noises Can Be Heard*

Oh settle down there Scruffy, if I let you out, you'll scare all the newbi- Actually you'd probably sooner get shot, anyway my point is, it's best if you stay in my room until we get a better grasp of how the new recruits will handle you. Where was I? Oh yes, the quarian girl seems nice, a little too timid it seems, and ironically her quarters are situated right in the middle of the rest of the crew. Heh, it'll probably be good for her if she wants to survive here on the Tyrus; otherwise she's likely to be eaten alive, even by the grunts no less! Maybe if I confuse her name enough, she'll learn to stick up for herself...hmm?

*A Brief Silence Follows*

Anyway, there are other crew members I wanted to ramble to myself about. The turian, Ahner I think his name was, he seemed almost fit the sterotype of his race to a T, except for his obsession for human "artifacts" as he called them, lugging the stuff on board. I will have to remember to tell him that my father's old Red Sox cap though. He does seem nice enough for a turian though. I admit that I like his attitude compared to Tillus' though; the man even asked for employment rather politely in a letter that denoted a sophistication that we were not expecting of our future members. Honestly, when we first started letting new people join, I was have expecting savages and brutes, not the type of crowd that we actually did draw.

*A Ding Can Be Heard From The Terminal*

Hm, ahhh! It seems one of my wires is going hot! Honestly, it has become so easy to spy on everyone with Jorgo not here to monitor the servers on board the ship constantly! I think it was Karin who took over Jorgo's responsibilities but from what I have observed, she only checks the connections going from in and out of the ship. The beauties of wiretapping!... Seems Tanya had the same idea as me, but I'll check it later, seems as though she is still typing it up. Huuuh, so many interruptions... I was talking about savages wasn't I? Oh yes the vorcha, Kygg, I was not expecting someone like hi- What was it's gender again? God, it's always so hard to tell. Anyways, I was not expecting someone like it coming up to us for employment. They're usually so simple minded as to be happy enough with Blood Pack and the group's usually senseless slaughter. Another surprise is it's specialty, hull repair. It's as if every fiber of it's being is against, well, being a vorcha! I wonder what for hi- it to let me use it's flamethrower, that thing seems like something awesome to play with! The first step is probably learning it's gender...

Anyway, on to the next and probably my least favorite of the newbs, Kratos. If it was up to me, he wouldn't have ever touched foot aboard this ship. Our democracy had me outnumbered 1:3 though, so I had to. Funny thing is, Tilus' vote came from some petty argument we had before! I'm not sure if that was the only reason, but the argument was so far back, even I don't remember it! Well, then again, I have a terrible memory combined with my drinking... Anyway, it was something about his eyes; the saying always went: "The Eyes are a Gateway to the Soul" right? Well that's just it, his seem dead to me. Even Karin didn't give me this bad of an impression of her and I've come to learn of some vile things she has done over the past few months. Maybe it's because I'm completely ignorant of other alien cultures, but, I've decided to give the man another chance before I make any final opinions about him, but if he turns out worse than I thought, I will put my foot down.

*A Few Seconds of Silence Pass Again Before the Muffled Noise From Last Time Comes Up Again*

Damnit Scruffy! Quit with the scratching! I mean, omni-gel will fix that stuff right up, but you're going to make people suspicious!

*A Pounding Can Be Heard From The Door*

Roland! Get your ass in gear, we're docking in less than thirty minutes!

That man has some nerve! I make one stray remark about him taking advantage of my drinking buddy, and now he thinks he can boss me around! Probably doesn't help that I drink with him now when no one else is available, but... *Sigh* I've got to go, the kid has a point, and I have to prepare for when we dock still. Roland, over and out.

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[Grif of Hearts]

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When you vanished out of thin air I didn't give a vorcha's ass, no pun intended. We've got hundreds of vorcha in this facility alone. Why should I care if you were kidnapped by slavers and thrown into 'indentured service', or even if someone thought you were wasting Illium's oxygen and decided to push you off of the railings? Usually I wouldn't, Kygg. Hell, I was actually glad that you were gone. Abbas was making far too much money betting on you anyways, just because he was the one who had dragged you through the gates of the camp in the first place. I was glad to actually see someone else in the pits win for a change, and I won some extra credits to boot.

I started to care when you thought tearing Blood Pack ships to pieces was going to be more fun than a gallon on rhyncol, Kygg. My ships, to be specific. I know you're working for other contractors now. I don't know whether you attacked my ships for credits or just because you're still pissed at us, but did you really think that sending me a message telling me you're stripping the remains of our carriers for spare parts was going to earn you any favours in the Blood Pack? I don't care if you're working for Eclipse, Blue Suns or some other back-water mercenary band now. I don't care who's protecting you. You lost me a profit and a dozen more krogan officers coming in from Tuchanka, and you were with the Blood Pack long enough to know that it's not something that we'd just let slid. When we find people who are becoming a problem, we kill them

I did some digging around on Illium, Kygg. You left a rather noticeable trail when you bailed on us and I know exactly where you're staying. I don't plan on taking any liberties with you, pest. I'm just wondering what to do with you when I do find. I could tear you limb from limb right where you stand, plant three bullets in your chest and toss you off the tallest tower I can find. I'm tempted to break both of your legs and drag you back to Omega though. We need someone to rebuild all of those ships you destroyed. Your fingers'll bleed and your skin'll be burnt to a crisp once I'm done with you.

Grab a gun, Kygg. We've nearly touched down on Noveria, and we know you don't live too far from the docks. I want you armed and prepared. Where would the fun be in killing you don't put up a fight? I want to see what you've learned since you've been gone.

Give me a challenge, Kygg.
Warlord Forsan Racksha.

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hi raclksha

noverea/? havvvvvvv fun there if u can find me

hint

wRong cl;ustur

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[Dervish]

Attempting Access to Terminal 34%00#-90494&#… Passkey Required.
Enter Passkey: ****-******-***
Access Denied. Enter Passkey:
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Access… Granted
ID: TCarson
Access Recent Extranet Activity
Accepted... Loaded[/table]
[table]2014 User Logged On [FixItYourselfWanker63]
2015 Accessed Terminal Messages
2016 Disconnected From Terminal Messages
2018 Accessed ‘Extranet Flicks: Council Space’s #1 Entertainment Vid Provider!’
2019 Accessed Vid: Saving Private Ryan (2167CE Remake)
2245 Vid Finished: Saving Private Ryan (2167CE Remake)
2250 User Submitted Review for: Saving Private Ryan (2167CE Remake):
The movie was pretty entertaining, despite not having anything to do with World War II and this one was about the First Contact War. But like always, the entertainment industry only does reboots and sequels these days anyways. Great cast and action scenes, but I wanted to like that Corporal Jenkins guy. He kind of died like a bitch the first time they ran into the turians and got picked off. The drone affects that killed him were excellent, so the scene wasn’t an entire waste.
2255 Accessed Vid: Fleet and Flotilla
2335 User Closed Vid: Fleet and Flotilla
2339 User Submitted Review: Fleet and Flotilla
I don’t get what the hype about this movie was. It was a typical chick flick, only in this one the man can give his girl a fatal allergic reaction with his dick. Painful dialog and no chemistry between the leads. I’d rather listen to elcor recite poetry than watch this crap again.
2349 Opened Music Player
2349 Began Playing Album: Pillage of Malvuon by Elcor Apocalypse
2351 Accessed Site: ‘Terminus News Network: Reporting Events as They Happen’
2352 Opened Article: ‘Anhur close to rebellion’
0000 User Accessed Messaging Service
0002 User Began Composing Message:
From: DoItYourselfWanker63 to CallMeBob4
RE: Have you seen the news?
Hey Bob,

Seems like we picked you up just in time, I just saw the news at Anhur. I wasn’t sure if you had family there, but I’ll be down to the cargo bay in a few minutes if you need to talk. –T
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0004 User Began Composing Message:
From: DoItYourselfWanker63 to eXC0P6
RE: Elysium

Hey Roland, I never had a chance to really say my thanks for what you did for me back on Elysium. I may not have pulled through it without you there, and I don’t say this much, but thank you. Also, thanks for not molesting me while administering first aid when I was filled with bullet holes and covered with bartarian blood splatter and skull fragments. You’re a true gentleman. Also, when you said you needed your gun serviced and looked at by me, I assume you meant your M-12 and not a cheesy porno line. Why the hell did you have to purchase a gun that’s neigh impossible to find parts for? Bring it to my workbench after lunch. Bring a bribe. –T
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From: DoItYourselfWanker63 to StylishSpecs101
RE: Historical human artifact
Hey Ahren, I found something that’s an incredible discovery I figured you’d be interested in. It’s a device that humans in some cultures needed to solve in order to be taught patience and judgment. They had to solve it before being considered adults. I thought it would be appropriate for you to have it. It’s called a Rubik’s Cube. I’ll bring it to your quarters when you’re ready to handle such a priceless piece of human history. –T
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0017 User Saved Memo to Local Disc:
‘Note to self: Discretely take bets from crew and team to see how long it takes Ahren to solve Rubik’s Cube, if at all. Monitor situation remotely.
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[TheMidnighter]

Good Afternoon, Sir
Received Automated Transmission From Audio Bug Assigned to B.Von
Security Interface Confirms Clear Of Viruses
Audio File: Begin Playback? Y/N
Y.
Thank You Sir. Beginning Playback

[AUDIO TRANSCRIPTION BEGINS]
AC: Excuse me, is this Barla Vons office?
BV: That's right, Invictus-clan. And you are?
AC: Ahren Calibos. I worked for your cousin. He told me to get in contact with you.
BV: I have many cousins. Some of them are even related to me.
[PAUSE]
AC: Polar Von? I was his bodyguard on Elysium.
BV: Oh, of course! He was gushing with praise. What can I do for the man who saved my impoverished relative?
AC: Polar didn't seem that impoverished.
BV: He was when the Batarians were through with Elysium. What can I do for you, Mister Calibos?
AC: I'm here on behalf of the private security company I work for. We're looking to set up some supply deals with Citadel retailers and I was hoping you could help with that.
BV: I can put you in touch with the right people. There's a hanar named Delanynder a few units over that can get you what you need. But I'm a stock broker myself. Not my area, you understand. But if you like, I could give you some.. "expert advice" on your portfolio?
AC: I.. don't have one.
BV: Really?
AC: I'm just a grunt. I've never had a lot of money.
BV: And you never will without a few investments. Let me walk you through it-
[FAST FORWARDING]
BV: -sectors are where I would really recommend putting your money right now.
AC: That does sound tempting. I'm just wondering where you get off.
BV: I skim from the top, you might say. Take a small percentage of your returns. That means I only make money if your investments make a profit. A good motivator. But you're getting my preferred client rate here, of course.
AC: Alright, I'll dip my toe. Just a thousand credits to begin with. Do with it what you will.
BV: You won't regret it. I'll keep you informed on the status of your investments as the market changes.
AC: I appreciate it. Now, can you point me to Delanynder?
BV: Out the door and turn right, then go straight. You've reached his shop when you're accosted by an overly-aggressive sales-invertebrate.
AC: Thank you.
BV: By the way. What was the name of your private security group again?
AC: We're called Nova. Small operation at the moment, but we get by.
BV: [PAUSE] I'm sure. Best of luck, Mister Calibos. Your money is in safe hands.
AC: Thank you, Mister Von. I'll be in touch.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DIAL TONE]
BV: Yes, hello? Get me everything you have on the Nova mercenary group.
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FILE ARCHIVED, KEYWORD "NOVA"
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C:\USER\DOWNLOADS\FONTS\SHARBLU
(accessing hidden file) /D: DEMO.lo
*PASS KEY REQUIRED*: ****_****_*************
decrypting.....
>ren *.lo *au
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Ahem. It's been a while since I've done a recording on my omni-tool; almost don't know what to do.

I have my own room, it's nice - bigger than some of the ones on the Fleet. Still, I've been trying to make it a bit less empty with what I have, got the quilt pieces on the wall the best I could and kept one for the mattress, but it looks like I might need a drawer or table. The room's almost just a bed.
As for it's spot on the ship, well, unfortunate positioning but - assuming no one intends to kill me or sleep walks and can shuffle in - it's a lot better than what I've had for months, maybe even since home. I almost feel spoiled.

The team's real interesting, I probably enjoy the range of culture on the ship more than I should - I'll have to restrain the incessant gushing about it that'll almost definitely get me kicked out.
To be fair, most of the team I’ve spoken to have been pleasantly friendly, and when not they’ve been pretty patient. Tanya keeps calling me “Savvy.” At first, it was so weird that anyone would give me a nickname that I jokingly thought I misheard, or it was some accent...thing. But apparently, none of the original Nova team feel like my name is exactly fun to say, because they'll say just about anything else. "Savvy," "Vivi, and "Ken." I don't even know why "Ken," it sounds nothing like my name. I think they might be trying to screw with me - maybe it's a military thing. Or a Nova thing.

...I don't know, even if I'm ashamed to admit it, I almost like the fact that I've been given a bunch of nicknames, despite being kinda ridiculous.

Er, anyways, speaking of the military, a lot of the crew seems to have experience with it. Don't know why they're not still in it, but I'm surprised they had me, considering - you'd think that it would have been a prerequisite or something. I mean, if they looked into whatever records of me there are, they'd just see a miner on her pilgrimage - for two years. Doesn't sound like the most glorious and impressive background. Thankfully, based on the last mission, I might still be worth my pay. If I could just avoid the muscle a bit better, I'm good.

Yeah, two different biotics had to help me with krogans, and not in the same moment. Rather nice of them, but being the load everyone has to carry is gonna get me killed or fired one way or the other. Even if I can make the speakers explode - actually, maybe that'd encourage it. Tanya really seems to like elcor death metal.

Wow, I'm rambling. I should probably check how safe it is to be babbling, even if quietly, about my life. It'd be nice to have an audio journal, but I'm not about to risk anything for some stupid preference.

...

Okay, noise got through really easily back on the Fleet, it's partially why we dampened it with quilts, but our ships were always somewhat old, and cheap when we bought 'em. If I speak loud enough, the room echos, so that means it's being reflected - that's a good sign. Let's see...

[Loud taps can be heard]

These walls sound pretty solid, I'm not sure if there's any difference between them and the door.

[Loud pounding comes from knocks on the wall]

Hey, can you hear me? Tillus?

...

He might not be there, or might not respond. Hard to say....Maybe I should just do the smart thing and type...

Alright, I think that's enough for now, I'll do this journal stuff...later...

Stop Listening.

Stop Listening
C:\USER\DOWNLOADS\FONTS\SHARBLU
(accessing hidden file) /E: DEMO.lo
*PASS KEY REQUIRED*: ****_****_*************
encrypting.....
>ren *.au *.lo




Accessing Messages....
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Roland Teirs
Subject: Thanks
Hey, Roland. I didn't properly say so back when you hit that krogan with biotics, so thanks. I'm used to having a lot more distance from a merc. like that, it was unpleasant. The help was much appreciated. Also, why Ken?
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Roland Teirs
Subject: Thanks
Hey, Roland. I didn't properly say so back when you hit that krogan with biotics, so thanks. I'm used to having a lot more distance from a merc. like that, it was unpleasant. The help was much appreciated.
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Tillus Carturik
Subject: Noise
Hey, Tillus, I guess we're wall buddies. If you heard any pounding or noises, that was me, sorry. I was trying to see how soundproof these rooms are, being on a retired turian ship that looks way nicer than anything in the Fleet. If I get loud enough to hear across the wall, just send me a message or something. I don't think it'll be an issue, but just tell me and I'll quiet it down over here. One other thing, at the beginning of the chaos at Chora's Den, you very enthusiastically told us newbies over the comm to prove we were "keepers," or something. "Please do not disturb the keepers," otherwise they mess up their hacking, the ceiling falls, everyone dies.
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Kygg Rarv
Subject: Noise
Hey, Kygg. We're neighbors, so we're sharing a wall. I'm pretty sure this place is soundproof enough that it won't be a problem, but if I get too loud and you can hear me in your own room, just say so and I'll make things quieter. Also, I've never properly, personally known a vorcha, so sorry if I say something wrong or I'm somehow being rude - please say so if I am. You've got engineering experience too, right? Maybe we can chat about the Tyrus or something when there's a chance.
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Ahren Calibos
Subject: Human/Earth Stuff
Hey, Ahren. From the times I've seen you or heard about you, it seems like you're big into human culture, or at least things from it. Like those round, gold glasses I saw you wear once. How did you get that? I don't remember seeing anyone wear something quite like them before. I got this old coin from when humans were still just on Earth because a trader gave it to me a while back. Cool guy.
Good job getting the cab over so fast, by the way, I was glad to get away from that "Den" as soon as possible.
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Tanya Carson
Subject: Missions
Hey, Tanya, do missions always end the way they did today? Even the ones that are supposed to be diplomatic issues? I'm totally fine with things going wrong or unexpected, that happens, but I may need to be somewhere less in the thick of it. I'm bad about close encounters with krogans set on killing me. I think I look like a twig that would make a really nice snapping noise, to them. And those guys are fast. --Anyhow, just thought it might be good to check. If you want an extra hand with anything, I should have enough know-how to know what you're talking about and would happily help out. Oh, and do you guys have anything for research or exercising?
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From: Tzvi'Nahal nar Neda
To: Caesar
Subject: Information
Hey, I heard you were an information broker? There's a few things I've been having a tough time finding. I'm not sure what information would be equal to it, but I might have something?
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[Voltin]

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???: Are you the Humming Song?
???: Yes, now when the fuck is somebody going to give me a straight answer instead of another run arou-
???: Fist.
???: Excuse me?
???: His name is Fist, he's the proprieter of Chora's Den and a well off agent of the big SB himself. Go there, unarmed with a gift of pineapple. If you look like a threat or are without the pineapple, you're more likely to recive a bullet than the info you want. Any questions?
???: Yes, one.
???: Ask it, quickly. My patience wears thin.
???: Why pineapple?

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[Grif of Hearts]

Evidence suggests that KRarv was using several spelling checker programs when writing this message.

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