"The B Team. That's what they would come to know us as. The team that did alright, but never quite as good as the Normandy did. Maybe we picked up a squadron of bombers here and there, sure. But that obviously paled in comparison to Shepard going around getting entire planets to fight for Earth. But I'm getting ahead of myself... see, we started as just, Ambassador Team 7, or just, AT-7 for short. N7's finest..."
"Welcome to AT-7, a team of specially picked individuals for the job of getting Earth the aid it needs. Armies, Fleets, Supplies, anything and everything, that's your job. You need to get these things so that the Alliance can take back Earth from those damn flying robot Squids. That means finding people in need, doing what they want you to do for them, and gaining their support. Now don't worry, the Normandy is out there doing the heavy lifting, we're not expecting you to get the entire Krogan Armada... Armada? Do they have ships? Nevermind, point being we don't expect you to do all the work. You're not alone soldier, so get out there and bring more into the fold!"
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So it's a band of misfits who have absolutely no business being where they are, or doing what they are doing. Alliance Command really screwed this one up, and in the chaos of Earth being attacked, they accidentally got orders tossed around and people ended up in the wrong place. Now you, a group of nobodies have been essentially drafted into N7 whether you are human or not, given a frigate (Similar to the Normandy but by far less experimental and not as advanced), and told to go get support for Earth. Simple right? Yeah, definitely.
This is taking place during the Reaper invasion. It has been about a week since Earth 'fell', so people have just barely shaken off the shock that this is really happening. The different species are scattered, trying to defend their own worlds and desperately just trying to hold onto anything they have left. The Citadel is pretty peaceful all things considered, except for the flood of refugees. This itself is a bit concerning to people... why hasn't the Citadel been attacked, it's like the central Command for... everyone.
Well none of that matters now. You're heroes now, get to it.
You may be asking yourself... none of these people are that dumb right? Surely they have enough sense to sit down, and think "Alright, the Commander was a Medic, so maybe she should move to be our Medical Officer. Our cook is an Engineer, so maybe move them to Engineering." So on and so forth, right? Well, for comedic reasons, that won't happen. Our characters will keep the positions assigned to them, even if they help out on occasion in fields they are more suited for.
Allowed Species:
Human
Turian
Quarian
Asari
Krogan
Drell
Volus (Because why not)
Your origin can be literally anything you want within the confines of the rules, however you have to have SOME connection to a military, be it the Alliance, or your own species' military. However, you are NOT allowed to play any sort of veteran soldier. Even slightly experienced soldiers are not allowed. The entire idea is your character SHOULD NOT BE HERE. Whether that means a fresh recruit fresh out of basic, or Tom from accounting down the hall. You've been drafted, but even Command doesn't realize the mistake they made, and so you just have to live with it. For the Galaxy, right?
This also means you'll need a pretty good reason to have any sort of biotic abilities. An Asari for example would naturally have biotic abilities, it's just that they may not have chosen to develop this ability and may be lost for how to actually use it. Don't get me wrong, make a character who has no idea how to use biotics but tries their damndest all you want. Just no Adepts or anything.
Classes are as follows:
Soldier
Infiltrator
Engineer
Medic
No, your class doesn't need to match your abilities. That's half the point here.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age: (18+, No Elders, No need to be species specific, age can be 'human equivalent')
Species: (Listed species are found above)
Gender:
Class: (Also found above)
Image Reference:
Bio/Backstory:
Original 'Position': (Like Janitor, Engineer, Doctor, Whatever. Again, must be at least SOMEHOW tied to the military.)
New 'Position': (Like head of research, logistics, quartermaster, so on. Once more, does not need to match your skills or class, old or new.)
Equipment: (Keep it basic, no N7 special weapons or anything like that. That means no Black Widow. At the start. You can have one primary weapon, and one secondary weapon. So a Rifle, Shotgun, or Sniper or something, then a Pistol or SMG. HUMAN Andromeda weapons are also allowed, since they will be the same tech level as Reaper-War Milky Way.)
Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.)
THE B TEAM
"Welcome to AT-7, a team of specially picked individuals for the job of getting Earth the aid it needs. Armies, Fleets, Supplies, anything and everything, that's your job. You need to get these things so that the Alliance can take back Earth from those damn flying robot Squids. That means finding people in need, doing what they want you to do for them, and gaining their support. Now don't worry, the Normandy is out there doing the heavy lifting, we're not expecting you to get the entire Krogan Armada... Armada? Do they have ships? Nevermind, point being we don't expect you to do all the work. You're not alone soldier, so get out there and bring more into the fold!"
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So it's a band of misfits who have absolutely no business being where they are, or doing what they are doing. Alliance Command really screwed this one up, and in the chaos of Earth being attacked, they accidentally got orders tossed around and people ended up in the wrong place. Now you, a group of nobodies have been essentially drafted into N7 whether you are human or not, given a frigate (Similar to the Normandy but by far less experimental and not as advanced), and told to go get support for Earth. Simple right? Yeah, definitely.
This is taking place during the Reaper invasion. It has been about a week since Earth 'fell', so people have just barely shaken off the shock that this is really happening. The different species are scattered, trying to defend their own worlds and desperately just trying to hold onto anything they have left. The Citadel is pretty peaceful all things considered, except for the flood of refugees. This itself is a bit concerning to people... why hasn't the Citadel been attacked, it's like the central Command for... everyone.
Well none of that matters now. You're heroes now, get to it.
You may be asking yourself... none of these people are that dumb right? Surely they have enough sense to sit down, and think "Alright, the Commander was a Medic, so maybe she should move to be our Medical Officer. Our cook is an Engineer, so maybe move them to Engineering." So on and so forth, right? Well, for comedic reasons, that won't happen. Our characters will keep the positions assigned to them, even if they help out on occasion in fields they are more suited for.
Allowed Species:
Human
Turian
Quarian
Asari
Krogan
Drell
Volus (Because why not)
Your origin can be literally anything you want within the confines of the rules, however you have to have SOME connection to a military, be it the Alliance, or your own species' military. However, you are NOT allowed to play any sort of veteran soldier. Even slightly experienced soldiers are not allowed. The entire idea is your character SHOULD NOT BE HERE. Whether that means a fresh recruit fresh out of basic, or Tom from accounting down the hall. You've been drafted, but even Command doesn't realize the mistake they made, and so you just have to live with it. For the Galaxy, right?
This also means you'll need a pretty good reason to have any sort of biotic abilities. An Asari for example would naturally have biotic abilities, it's just that they may not have chosen to develop this ability and may be lost for how to actually use it. Don't get me wrong, make a character who has no idea how to use biotics but tries their damndest all you want. Just no Adepts or anything.
Classes are as follows:
Soldier
Infiltrator
Engineer
Medic
No, your class doesn't need to match your abilities. That's half the point here.
Character Sheet:
Name:
Age: (18+, No Elders, No need to be species specific, age can be 'human equivalent')
Species: (Listed species are found above)
Gender:
Class: (Also found above)
Image Reference:
Bio/Backstory:
Original 'Position': (Like Janitor, Engineer, Doctor, Whatever. Again, must be at least SOMEHOW tied to the military.)
New 'Position': (Like head of research, logistics, quartermaster, so on. Once more, does not need to match your skills or class, old or new.)
Equipment: (Keep it basic, no N7 special weapons or anything like that. That means no Black Widow. At the start. You can have one primary weapon, and one secondary weapon. So a Rifle, Shotgun, or Sniper or something, then a Pistol or SMG. HUMAN Andromeda weapons are also allowed, since they will be the same tech level as Reaper-War Milky Way.)
Other: (Anything else you feel is missing.)
