Organisation Name: Farian’s Starship Repair (Noami’lie refuses to change it…)
Revex calls it FSR for short.
Organisation Leader:On legal paper work the CEO, manager and owner is Naomi’lie T’kyci. However, when it comes to the illegal dealings then Nasyrius Revex is your turian and unofficial leader.
Important Figures: Chief Engineer- Devryn (no last name, though from time to time Pai’Seef has been known to provide one.)
Data and Software Program Specialist- Pai’Seef nar Teagor
Security/Muscle/Hired Gun- Vellio Malkai
Book keeper/Legal Face and Connections- Naomi’lie T’kyci (As mentioned above)
Organisation Specialisation: It’s public knowledge they profit from ship repairs. Under that, they smuggle goods into Council Space, the Terminus System and in between the two during ‘repair’ jobs.
Organisation Type: Publically they are a legit ship repair company whose experience and work range in a wide selection of ships, from private to military and even commercial models. Compared to their competition they value quality higher then quantity repair, normally ensuring their work outlasts their competition and managed to date to retain a fairly steady customer stream in Council space.
However, in the darker corners of the company’s finical recorders are Nas and his team contributions. They specialize in smuggling illegal items, from guns to banded goods, across Council Space.
Organisation Income Source: In Council Space, they legally profit from preforming a variety of repairs (not building) on both military and private ships. While this makes up a hefty sum of their profits yet a smaller percent, 25-15%*, which vary depending on the profit negotiated is gained through their specialization in smuggling illegal goods between Council Space and the Terminus System. Though this percent is flexible, it does create a notable difference especially to the crew of the Barbacus since it makes up a heavy amount of their own, independent income for off book expenses.
*this might start off low but depending on rp progression or events, could possibly increase or decrease.
Legality: Due to Noami’lie’s influence and public ownership, it is assumed Farian’s Starship Repair is a fully legal operation. Drawing a connection between Nas’s smuggling and the fact Noami’lie knows anything about it is something rather difficult to prove, namely since financial ties are harder to discover due to Pai’Seef’s encryptions (and not alert him to it)… not to mention the fact if Revex is busted, he’s made it very clear to Noami’lie that she is to be in complete deniability about his and his crew’s unsavory activities. In end, they had set it up this way in order to allow the company to cut all ties and use Nas, including his team, to shoulder the blame. Nas hopes it never comes down to such a measure.
Organisation Base: Technically there’s one official base of operations, even if Nas prefers the comfort of Barbacus, located in the Asari planet Illium. Originally it was choose for the almost unlimited client possiblities, being the 'gateway' often has many damaged ship come and go from it. However, in later years it became ideal for Nas smuggling jobs.
Organisation Assets: Company Registered Property- A main repair garage able to house large (2-3) to small vehicles (6-10) during their repair: None mobile equipment is stored here as well as the current projects, each with a set estimate on when they need to be completed. It is also the address which needed parts are delivered and unless you have clearance, rarely does the delivery man/woman/alien ever make it past the door.
-3 repair ships (not counting the Barbacus):
1 large turian frigate, about 5 decks, with boarding capabilities in space and modified to provide a temporary sanctuary for stranded customers until better arrangements are made. It includes a hanger for smaller ships to dock and be brought in as well, though primarily it’s used for ship towing and heavy jobs. This ship was chosen mainly for its solid structure and modifications have been thorough into making able to haul larger ships.
2 smaller class salarian freights, each about 2 decks without hanger. Chosen for their speed primarily, these are modified for on the spot, emergency jobs until the larger turian frigate arrived. Normally sent out first, they are able to perform diagnostics and includes repair cost estimates if requested. Though the owner is warned once in the shop, if the damage is greater than the price might change.
BarbacusOne of the first repair ships, it was an inheritance from his deceased grandfather and signed over by Noami’lie as one of the few thing he legally owns. It’s origins included being a Asari frigate of 3 decks spared from being melted down and recycled into a newer model, this old starship had seen better days as it became a pet project of the old turian and later Devryn and Pai'Seef. It was fairly cheap since it was barely in flight favorable conditions. Once Nas's two primary repairer's got a hold of it in the last couple years, it became something of a home and many numerous modifications had been made. Despite the differences, there's little notable outside to separate it from just another ship of its own kind.
* Wheel chair access and modifications for the pilot seat, making it rather awkward for just anyone to drive it, to accommodate Nas’s situation.
* Programing by Pai’Seef in the ship’s systems, including a VI aid named Raa’Kina whose image is a quarian. Why Pai’Seef chose this particular VI image is a mystery but so far, he’s always continually altering her system’s responses in a wide range that most would consider her real enough. IF Nas didn’t know better, and he does as he’s had another check it when it was first put in, he could’ve sworn Pai’Seef was tampering with illegal AI. Mainly her task is to allow a smaller crew of 3-4 to run a ship which should be crewed by at least 10 crewmen, especially in combative situations, taking hold over most the systems and activating any set number as well as monitoring them via her interface interaction with the crew and captain. She’s also connected at all times to Pai’Seef’s omnitool.
*The interior’s altercations were performed by Devryn, who almost worked night and day completing as well as getting to know the inner workings in great depth. From FTL engine to the pilot’s cockpit, Devryn can practically get anywhere on the ship through the maze of vents within the starship. At times, merely by sound and sight, sometimes scent, it seems like she knows exactly what’s wrong with the ship before Pai’Seef’s VI can notify them.
* The only part of the ship which isn’t aged and seems outdated is Noami’lie’s on ship quarters/office which rather reflects the Illium style. From time to time, she uses the Barbacus to travel planet to planet for brokering deals, contract negotiations, etc. Especially if the customer requires a less then legal service, Nas would be ideally on hand when or if the conversation shifts towards it.
* 2-3 small arms stashes (about 2 max each) scattered in hidden niches throughout the ship, result of Nas’s paranoia and Vellio’s preference to know where a gun is should he need it.
-A large, storage house. This is where large amounts of parts, extra inventory, per-ordered parts, and more is stored. Underneath the floor boards, there’s medium hidden compartment where Nas keeps smuggled goods between jobs. Due to less population, the staff while smaller is far more capable and went through a vastly harder screening then those in the main repair garage.
*smaller security force, night shift slightly larger than day.
*basic camera system, always on.
*card key systems which require the personnel to swipe in enter the storage area and any arms locker.
Personnel-100-400 (est.) engineers, machinists, programmers, wielders, etc. to repair ships towed in due to extensive damage.
Among that number about 4-14 employee’s, varying on job’s requirement and ship’s volume, are reserved for launched repair crews which total 2-3 teams.
-150-200 (est.) of security, at least those who survived a combination of Nasyrius’s, Vellio’s, and Noami’lie’s background and security checks to ensure a confident selection.
Connected strictly to the Characters-Nasyrius Revex:
* Serlias: Knows a black market dealer, a salarian, Serlias, for about 8 years from during the time he was a Cabal. At first the Salarian was a decent informant for distribution of illegal goods and aided in foiling several threats in exchange Nas warned him of any trouble that came his way and that none of Nas's cases ever traced back to Serlias's blackmarket dealings. It was a violation of the black and white vision Nas grew up with but in the end, it managed to do more good then damage. Now having broken his connections with the Cabal since Nas’s retirement, Serlias is his go to salarian for any…lower then Citadel standards equipment from weapons and fire arms, to hidden additions for the Barbacus though Devryn’s ability to modify them to ‘appear’ Citadel standard is practically amazing. Yet too deep of an examination might show the truth.
-Pai’Seef nar Teagor:
*Taas, salarian, who owns several fueling stations scattered throughout the traverse. This enables a slight discount on starship fuel because he work in fixing a few system bugs and through Noami’lie, owns a small personal share interest for him which benefits or failings are received monthly. Mostly it skims off some of the costs for both the shop and Barbacus’s own personal costs.
*1-2 black market contacts during his pilgrimage who specialize in illegal software and in machine parts making it possible to obtain rare items for the repair garage or their own needs. Though these are usually then passed through the system under a ghost company, one that mysteriously has some unforeseen occurrence happen, and then shipped legally to the garage.
*Through Noami'lie, he orders a a supply monthly of purified turian cusine and has it delivered every three months to the warehouse were its stored before being rationed onboard the Barbacus.
-Vellio Malkai:
*has establish military and mercenary contacts, mostly with Turian sourced, which help in supplying the repair garage with security manpower. Highly trained and dangerous, out of the crew, only Vellio knows what they are capable of since he picked the he viewed best for the job at hand. However unlike other security company's, its a rather small number which means any full scale attack might be a problem fending off.
-Naomi’lie T’kyci:
*Has obtained licenses, permits, and more through legal measures from various sources. Most of these are gain on legal terms and on the assumption she has legally followed the data presented to her. Any violation found by the yearly inspector could potentially have them yanked before the term has expired.
*Kelika: An asari who is the legal supplier for the company including starship parts, FTL materials (other than element zero) and even some imported scraps and materials for Devryn.
*There’s a common company they purchase element zero from. Though the Barbacus, after it’s been outfitted, is sent to pick it up and bring it back. These trips are often rare since FTL drive break down are rarely in need of being replaced or rebuilt.
Organisation Relations: TBA during IC and what not.
Organisation History:
The company’s origins began with Cerrian Farian, Sepna’s father, who started the small dream after his conscription as an engineer had come to an end. Though he wasn’t alone, with him about six others he had managed to convince joined him and together they created Farian’s Starship Repair. The main reason was because if this risky chance went downhill, at least their own names wouldn’t be dragged along with it.
It had been hell scraping up the funds to buy the property in Illium, a place they knew had enough battle damaged ships in need of servicing and laws loose enough to allow them an easier start then the Citadel or a turian colony. Among the military training he had met his wife and ended up having Sepna a few years later, the young turian born and raised on the Palaven where his wife had been forced to stay due to the rocky start. Cerrian, after all, had put himself neck deep in debt in order to obtain the facility, equipment and even a few military contracts that helped to make his mark among the repair business. Competition was ruthless. Better part, resources, and more experience within the market yet there was one thing Farian’s Starship Repair had that they didn’t: Resilience. Slowly, after it was discovered their competition’s repair jobs were shoddy works which drained millions and millions of credits from their customers, jobs had started to pour into Farian’s as an alternative option. Their first few jobs proved they were up to the task and the word was spread quickly. Soon not just military contracts but also civilian ships had become a normal for the company’s profit.
In a few years, towards the end of Cerrian’s life, most the debt had been paid off and the shop went from just a batch of turian to works in the triple digits. Two to three teams were created made not only from turian but also the asari population and other races, making a wider diversity to cover most spec of every job they had. Among his workers was his own son, Sepna, who had finished out his conscription and bring his mother along had joined the workforce. Sadly, Cerrian had ended up dying when a machine holding a civilian’s ship up had malfunction and crushed him. The debt and company had passed to Sepna alongside the responsibly to ensure his father’s legacy didn’t die.
On normal cases, sons usually kill off their father’s dreams especially those who lacked experience like Sepna. In his early years the company nearly went bankrupt after one of the clients had decided to ‘claim’ damages after Cerrian’s death, determined to suck the company’s account dry until Sepna had been forced to extreme measures. Hiring an information broker, Sepna discovered a way to eliminate his problem and prevent the company from being prosecuted out of thousands of credits: blackmail. The client had been up to some unsavory activities which if revealed to the public could end up landing the alien in prison. A fact that would’ve been one way to solve the dilemma, but it was not likely the best. Using his information, Sepna caused the alien to back off and crawl back into his own little hole allowing the company to continue as if nothing had happened. Its success continued even when Sepna’s daughter Maskalyas was born, his wife died in child birth, and forced single fatherhood on the poor turian. Originally the company was to pass into her talons after her conscription, yet something unexpected had happened. His daughter didn’t have the passion to own a company, unwilling to be tied to the place or its responsibilities, which caused her to hire another, a Noami’lie T’kyci, to aid him. At first, he believed the asari was there to replace the VI, the piece of crap had broken down with a virus, and ensure it wouldn’t happened again. The truth came out when Maskaylas fell in love at the age of twenty five with a Opitus Revex, she ended up moving back to Palaven were his grandson was born and was to be raised. As if the spirit of the company wasn’t satisfied with her departure, it was only four years later Opitus was assigned to command a fleet of his own and assigned back to Illium. Of course his daughter followed with her son.
The rest is stated in Nasyrius’s history save for the bit when he left and Sepna discovered his grandson’s fate.
When Noami’lie began procedures to alter ownership when Sepna swept into daily trips to the old bar, depression and bitterness had overcome him. Behind his back she kept everything running smoothly and hid the fact the turian hadn’t been been the one running the show, preventing any interference in military contracts. Namely from having them pulled. The difficulty was mainly in securing the legal terms which allowed her to acquire the company while still remaining in good terms with the Citadel. It wouldn’t do to have all the work during the course of her employment vanish and Noami’lie had difficulty at first convincing Sepna to attempt to stiffen his business grade and gaining higher customers through her influence. It took years but she managed it with a little help from Sepna’s failing age and other slight legal technicalities.
CharactersLeader Name: Nasyrius Revex
Race: Turian
Gender: Male
Age: 21 Palaven
(36 Earth standard years)
Position: On record- Supervisor to one of Farian’s Starship Repairs crew.
Off record- unofficial CEO of Farian’s Starship Repairs smuggling operation.
Appearance: Nas’s frame once held evidence of someone at one time built lithe and quick, deadly even, but now his upper body has gained slightly above average muscle definition for a Turian. His continual working to accommodate for what he’s lost has altered his slender figure to something notably thicker from the neck to his waist and even into the upper thighs. Despite this, it is still within reason for his race’s natural built up to the place where his legs abruptly end. The kneecap and lower leg is completely absent, instead the ends are tampered off with several inches of scar tissue underneath the tied pant legs. Among the loss of his legs, Nas only suffer at least one faded scar on the surface of his Belgian colored carapace, right across his chest. On his face are the common facial markings most turian wear in a dark blue. It’s rather simple despite the Illium’s traditional markings; two downward stripes trace his cheeks, with a final, wider and larger rectangle dead center on his chin.
Normally, he enjoys keeping his attire crisp and functional, a habit kept from his military service days. He does own an expensive suit but while he might look elegant in it, the rat trap wheelchair he is confined to doesn’t. Most turian would opt for cybernetics yet he hadn’t for three reasons: budget, comfort and a little mishap with one of Devyrn’s experimental sets. There’s nothing that comes closer to making a turian paranoid then nearly crashing head first into the ship’s interior walls on a pair of crazy and out of control cybernetics set. (Ugh, long story. One Devryn would be happy to explain if ever asked…)
When it’s outside the complex cybernetics software, Devryn’s inventions are rather adept and even surprisingly beyond expectations like the wheelchair Nasyrius usually resides in. Propelled by the same type of engines used by aircars and other similar machines, albeit smaller and salvaged, it’s main use is for mobility’s sake. The rest of the design is wielded and pieced together scraps, from guns to engine parts, all courteous of past backstabbing clients, payment trade or bartered goods. Devryn also designed it with his skill for guns in mind, allowing place for his rifle (his preferred weapon) to be within easy reach. As extra insurance, there’s a hidden notch near the small of his back right where the back part and seat connect. Unless one is looking for it or seen him use it, it’s almost invisible because it appears as a key piece to keep the two pieces together. The chair sits him at waist high where his original 6’3” would’ve been had he been able to stand upright.
Background:Search subject: Nasyrius Revex…accessing Hierarchy database, loading data selection now.
Nasyrius Revex was born on Palaven on 2142 CE. His parents were Captain Opitus and Maskalyas Revex, grandson of the only other living relation, Sepna Farian.
Father was an accomplished military figure, leader of the 12th Fleet, who’s unit was assigned to serve as law enforcement against local pirates, raiders, and other hostile forces which threaten to challenge the establish peace in the territory between the Terminus System and Council Space on 2146 CE. His location status altered to Illium to accommodate his newly received tier and better full fill his duty. His grandfather was also located on same planet was the owner of a small company which serviced many vessels, from asari to turian built models, everything from frigates to dreadnoughts and even the smaller inceptors and fighters within the area. Repair services include armor, FTL engines, and many other features essential to starships. After his daughter arrived, she was employed and served as both mechanic and financial manager.
On 2148 CE, Captain Revex was assigned to tracking down raiders who been sighted within in the proximity of Illium. Despite the warnings to citizen on the Asari planet, many, including Maskalyas Revex, departed on business or other matters in natural of space travel. A month later, she vanished without a trace. To this day, she is presumed dead and a funeral proceeding was authorize in attendance to Turian traditions to honor her.
At the age of 15 on 2157 CE, the year of the Relay 314 Incident, Nasyrius displayed rare turian Kinetic biotics during his training and promptly underwent surgical procedures before being reassigned into a Cabal infantry unit. In addition, Captain Opitus Revex became killed in action while defending his post during the conflict at the human colony of Shanxi when his Starship was highly damaged by the Alliance’s Second Fleet…
It seemed like any other Cabal file record whenever he looked at it. Even on the small bit revealed, the emotionless and bland format lacked heavily in the real importance his past is or rather, was, to him. It voided the modest struggle military family made to make ends meet or how like every other turian child, he was introduced to harsh discipline and extreme work ethic at an early age due to his culture’s nature. There wasn’t even a touching mention about how his mother was the complete opposite of his father, where he was Captain from his carapace right down to his very bones, Nas’s mother was gentle and surprisingly wise for a Turian her age. She filled Nas’s, her nickname for him, life with love, belief, and hope up to the day she vanished. Not to overlook the hellish treatment before Cabal program and of course, his days to the present. Best to start off at the beginning, isn’t it?
As stated, he was born on 2142 CE to Opitus and Maskalyas Revex, his grandfather Sepna Farian and so forth. Though his mother was born on Illium, it was his father’s request he be born back on Palaven and preferable raised there. It didn’t seem to last long as about four years after he was born, his father grew in tier to command a fleet of his own around the ‘gateway to the Terminus’ requiring the family to move. Mother after all wasn’t about to be left behind and in addition, she had family and roots where they were heading. Despite the distance, Nas still managed to grow up in the strict disciple and the very black and white view his race had grown accustomed to. The one different factor was that he grew up among the hum of FTL drives, clinking tools, and busy bodies rushing to repair the next starship to be released. His mother after all was a military engineer working with repair shop on military contracts and contributing her own worth to the Hierarchy while still raising him. Alongside her worked Noami’lie, an asari, had been a part of the company for as long as he could remember. She excelled in being his grandfather’s secretary after the VI batched things up. So while his mother’s job was mainly FTL drives, ensuring he was nowhere near them, Noami’lie’s responsibly was the licenses and data work. Most memories from that time were forgotten, but left some happiness.
One memory, however, stuck out like a sore thumb.
The day his mother departed on a ship and never returned, the turian military unable or unwilling to bother to find her. Most of all, he remembered the hollow feeling seizing his soul when they officially put her rest. Every little action felt like a machine’s, absent and automatic, while a heavy weight pinned him harshly into the planet’s surface. During that time he wished it would’ve crushed him. At six years, he felt his world shatter which caused him to keep his pain private. Though the dent in his room often left his talons bleeding blue and fractured after he punched the metal hull for hours at night, his mind a whirling of conflicting pride and bitter anger. He never even realize he had lost a father too. Too wrapped up in trying to be the ideal turian, Nas failed to notice his father had spent less and less time within his own son’s company, a continual reminder of what the older turian had lost. It only made Nas’s grief grow. At one point, it had gotten so terrible that once, when Noami’lie admitted to hearing his pain, Nasyrius shoved her away and took off.
He would never forget the pain he caused from it. Surprisingly, he didn’t intend to go far but then terrible things always happened close to home. One wrong turn down an alley and next thing he knew, he was surrounded by some unsavory characters. One, a batarian, tried to rip his arm from its socket while Nas fought his grip. Shortly, the alien’s head lifted at the sounds of an outraged shout. At the alley’s end, his grandfather Sepna came charging down the alleyway’s end with a gun in weapon in hand. A few shots later and the thugs vanished, leaving a banged up and bruised Nasyrius to be checked over by his grandfather. Then had some sense knocked into him for running off. The lesson was well learned and one Nas never forgot.
Much time had passed, both his grandfather and Noami’lie had helped his wounds healed into scars, and soon even those faded. The sad part, they would never completely disappear.
It through the medical examinations his biotics were revealed, at age fifteen (a few months before the 314 Relay incident had happened). A farther confirmation was made when he managed to lift objects with surprising ease, then place them back down slightly roughly. Now at this point the only option was Cabal.
Wordless he was put through the placement of the biotic implants and was well on recovering when he was informed while on base he was under strict orders never to use his biotic abilities, under any circumstances. He was to be a soldier based on his own strength, not because he had inherited some freakish trait. Any contact with his family was denied to him after he woke up from his surgery, notified he had already been registered and prepared for his assigned future. It had seemed like a nightmare which would never end. Isolated in his infirmary room, all his restless mind was allowed to do was sleep. That night was one among many he would be forced to endure.
Nas was forced to complete his basic training with his fellow cadets, forced to endure for at least a year and a half in order to establish the main skills and re-enforce the doctrine he had learned as a child. Despite their treatment, he resisted to fall into their expectations. He was stubborn enough to prove he was a worthy soldier instead of just a biotic cursed turian. He vainly tried to ignore the fearful glances or the discrimination by his NCO and less tolerate cadets, using his hate and resentment like fuel to push himself. Every chance they seemed to take pleasure in degrading his effort and grind it into nothing was another reason to overcome their ridicules. During those times, their actions forced his independence which brought more mockery from those who were supposed to be his superiors for falling short in the area of cooperation. He wasn’t a shame at times he hated his fellow turians during those days.
He was relieved when his basic training ended and he was dispatched to continue any training on Palaven. It was there he discovered a different attitude towards his condition. At first, like others before him, he had difficulty in adapting to the treatment after enduring worse towards his unusual trait. It took some time but slowly he began to take pride in being a Cabal. He learned they should never expect praise for it would never come, yet the part they played was the most important type. It wasn’t until his official Cabal training was one or two months in, did he receive a message through his Cabal’s head.
A faint hope, he foolish thought it might’ve been his grandfather breaking taboo. It wasn’t, instead Noami’lie had called in a really big favor and gained a direct line of communication just to keep in touch with him. This period ranged from weeks to months, and rarely years between visits without any stable time lapse to determine when the next would happen. In addition he was forbidden to discuss anything in terms with his missions as his conversations were often monitored by his superior in the same room. Though it was pretty clear her actions were highly frowned upon by the officials within the Hierarchy-though his Cabal head thought it rather amusing due to personal reasons- it was still allowed. Through this link, Noami’lie told him of his father’s fate in the first assault of Shanxi, the news wasn’t taken well. Much to his own as well as Noami’lie’s astonishment, seemingly even a strict father was still a meaningful one. If it wasn’t for the fact he was still in-training, inexperienced and the Citadel Council had ended the conflict before it became an interplanetary war, it was very highly likely Nas would’ve left his own blood mark in a vast number of human causalities. During the following years of his training, he became among one of the most promising and powerful biotics soldiers in his unit as well as surprisingly adaptable for a turian. So much he learned to fly a starship after one Cabal engineer had managed to salvage a heavily damaged turian frigate. One of the military’s forgotten scraps. He enjoyed the titled of official pilot, for namely his unit, showing their adaptability and independence every time he flew.
Up until the age of thirty, Nas has been on a number of covert operations against threats to the Hierarchy. He had shown a knack for leadership but only one flaw stopped him from commanding a team of his own. While he had a strong sense of responsibility to those under his care, a prime example of his father’s influence and extreme introduction to military life, he put far greater value in his team’s life rather than the mission’s objective getting completed. Some of his superiors found this factor rather disheartening, including a few of his teammates.
His last mission had taken his legs, leaving him crippled from the knee cap down and in his current condition. It was supposed to be a simple, standard infiltration mission. A basic sneak in and retrieve the hostage, some official’s daughter, and fall back without any farther incident. Due to suspicion of military leaks, Nas’s Cabal was sent in because they operated separately, decreasing the risk of the target’s life being forfeited during the rescue efforts. Though they were told bluntly none of the higher military commands were very happy about the idea and would rather have sent in trained soldiers for the job instead of a Cabal unit. After what happened next, Nas was pretty sure their attitude changed, grateful it wasn’t or the loss would’ve been higher.
The information was misleading, but no one bothered to tell them that.
Instead of walking into a hostage situation, his unit was ambushed, set upon by the very terrorist organization they had been sent to stop. At the start of it, two of their five team members were picked off quickly by a sniper pair as the remainder fell back towards the parked shuttle. Young but skilled, they hadn’t a chance to put up their kinetic shields before their heads were tossed back and they died instantly with a bullet in the skull. While Commander Dena Servis and another Turian, another vet, provided cover, Nas headed towards the craft. He never made it. Before he could enter, a small explosive went off and the hall’s roof caved in. Debris pinned his legs under a thick mass of metal and other heavy materials. Unable to free his legs, he turned to see the vet Turian killed, never flinching and still fired until he died, followed by Dena struggling with a vorcha. Her gun knocked from her grasp in a grapple with the enemy. She was also was lifting several coming in behind to prevent any more shots from clipping her as well, her focus torn. While she fought for the upper hand, Nas noticed Dena’s gun (his own lost under the collapsed roof) just out of his reach. He already knew his legs were screwed the moment the beam hit. It wasn’t just because of the blood’s sensation. Being a biotic, he was aware of his body and he could feel the several thin metal rods which had drove right into his lower legs. It not only pinned him but pierced the flesh, speared through not muscle, and fragmented his bones right into the floor. Pulling it off wasn’t going to free him, just rip the muscle to pieces. There was only one way to get loose. Knowing his legs were messed up, he held his blade high then cut away his legs just under the kneecap. Bleeding heavily, he dragged himself towards the gun. Once his talons closed around it, he slid it to Dena’s direction, and she shot her enemy point blank shorting farther the vorcha’s brief life span.
Though Nas tried to convince her otherwise, the female turian was unable to leave him behind. Placing medi-gel on his stumps she managed to stop him bleeding anymore but it still left him weak. Somehow, they both made it back to their frigate while Nas fought hard not to black out. He instructed her on a hasty 101 on how to activate the VI aid. It was feature Nas had encourage be include should something happen to the pilot, him, in emergencies. Nas finally blacked out when he knew they were safe.
For the second time in his life he woke within the confines of an infirmary. Only this time…there was a little less of him.
Regardless, it was a choice he would’ve made all over if needed. Though most would’ve thought it was a character flaw of his to have chosen such a defiling existence, in the end he found the price of his legs in exchange for his comrade’s life had served him better than a life time of regret and likely death. The bad part was that without any legs, his combat career was over. Now all he had left was to return alone back to a world that had shunned him for so long. Even worse was the fact he had to adapt to the absence of legs, a feat not easy, and had trapped him within a wheel chair. The military had provided him with artificial but due to the cheap material and fact it caused pain because of his biotics, Nas couldn’t bear to wear them for long periods. Besides after his last experience with metal, he wasn’t eager to place more on him. It might’ve offered some chance of normalcy but likely at the cost of nightmares and sleepless nights to come, something he could’ve done without out.
Thankfully, like a few times already in his life, Noami’lie was standing there waiting on him when he arrived. She provided a job within his grandfather’s company.
Of course, his grandfather wasn’t too pleased with her decision but with his health going up and down, he wasn’t in a condition to prevent it. Noami’lie, Nas discovered, had begun to work a way to keep the company from being seized by the turian military after the old turian’s death and held the company’s reins during his absence. Though her heart was in the right place when she hired him, Nasyrius wasn’t sure it was a beneficial business risk. Namely since most the employees (turians at the time) refused to be supervised by an ex-Cabal. In the end, he was only one on document and not in practice. Still, she was too stubborn to refuse his resignation for the position and so he was forced to suggestion something else: to only work a job he chose, and do it alongside a crew he hired. Noami’lie agreed and until the first members were hired, he worked in the office as her assistant. It was a job he came to utterly hate but, surprisingly, still to this day he answers the terminal whenever he’s in. Seems old habits die hard, even after six damn long years.
The company was officially turned over to Noami’lie’s name when his grandfather died at ripe old age, Nas was 32 at the time. Several changes had occurred over the next four years. Noami’lie was made the official CEO and owner of all of Farian’s assets, from the warehouse to the garage and clientele. His grandfather’s old starship had been renovated and updated into his own personal repairing ship, though most it was done in the last two years. Noami’lie had ended up working with him in order to adapt to his new condition, allowing him to retrain his mind with muscle memory (a very…very difficult thing!) and in marksmanship with a pistol and rifle. They both hoped the range would make up for the limited mobility. Sadly, though his training is never ending when he uses his skill, four years isn’t enough to turn him into an expert shot. Only a fairly decent one with the right weapon.
A bit over two years ago, a small time gang had broken in to the garage and stolen some of the expensive equipment to peddle on the black market. The costs, barely covered at the year’s end, were enough to prompt Nas in considering edging towards smuggling in order to recover their losses. A fact, Noami’lie wasn’t too keen on. A month later, two unusual characters, Devryn and Pai’Seef nar Teagor, showed up to apply for the hire ad placed out several weeks ago. Behind Nas’s back, Noami’lie had interviewed them before she hired them on the spot for the first repair job. Nasyrius wasn’t too happy to learn a human was to be part of his crew but his protests soon turned into disgruntled grumbled when it became clear that without Devryn, there would be no Pai’Seef. He desperately in need of someone with Pai’Seef’s, as well as Devryn’s he was forced to admit, skill set in order to complete the ruse of a repair job. The first job went off with slight complications. After that, he knew if he wanted them to survive future jobs, he would need to hire a gun and muscle. Only one or two others applied for the ad (both killed around the first or third job) before Vellios Malkai had showed up in the three months to follow. He offered a demonstration of his abilities on the first job and been a part of the crew since.
The company had recovered mostly from its misfortunate thanks to a few large and dangerous jobs, leaving Noami’lie to head the company’s legal side while Nasyrius handled most details of those less so. Noami’lie covered the flow of money easily to appear as if they had indeed slowly recovered by manipulating the incoming and outgoing funds to account for it. Mostly by ‘cutting’ Nas and his crew’s pay to speed up recover, placed down being a volunteered docked pay.
(Background summary, this is mainly for my own reference later)
Family:
*Opitus Revex, father- KIA 2157 during the battle of Shanxi
*Maskalyas Revex (Farian), mother- missing 2148, presumed dead
*Sepna Farian, grandfather- deceased 2173 from old age
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Year (any notable information)
-brief about significant event. (Age at the time)
2142-2146 CE
-Nasyrius was born on the turian homeworld, Palaven, and ended up moving at a young age to Illium when his father became a Captain. His parents were Opitus and Maskalyas Revex, the latter the daughter of Sepna Farian, owner of Farian’s Satrship Repairs. (0-4)
2148 CE
-Captain Revex was assigned to tracking down raiders who been sighted within in the proximity of Illium. Despite the warnings to citizen on the Asari planet, many, including Maskalyas Revex, departed on business or other matters in natural of space travel. A month later, she vanished without a trace. To this day, she is presumed dead and a funeral proceeding was authorize in attendance to turian traditions to honor her. (6)
2157 CE (the year of the Relay 314 Incident)
- Nasyrius was discovered with rare turian biotic and was forced to finish out his basic training before he was assigned to Palaven in order finish it out as a Cabal. In addition, Captain Opitus Revex became KIA during the conflict at the human colony of Shanxi when his Starship was destroyed by the Alliance’s Second Fleet… (15)
2172 CE
- His last mission had taken his legs, leaving him crippled from the knee cap down and confined to a wheelchair. He was brought in to work as a supervisor within his grandfather’s company thanks to Noami’lie. (30)
2173 CE
-2 years later, his grandfather died and all official business had been transferred under Noami’lie’s name. Many changes started over the next four years including weapons training for Nasyrius, business licenses, etc.
(32)
2176 CE
-A small time group of thugs broke into the shop, luckily no one was there, but they made off with some key equipment which they sold on the black market and left them footing the bill. Though their insurance, a precaution, had covered the loss this was the first time Nas realized it might be profitable to look for another means to help the business.(34)Positive Traits:-Stubborn streak and seriously heavy determination.
-Limited to pistol and rifle but in return with these weapons he’s a very, very good shot.
-Slight more adaptable then the average turian, especially when he has to make due with what he has on hand.
-Skilled pilot, both in and out of combative situations. In addition, the Barbacus’s seat was outfitted to accommodate someone confined to Devryn’s designed wheel chair (Believe me, it damn nearly killed him to have Noami’lie authorize Devryn and Pai’Seef to design then rip out the original seat to replace it)
-Some biotics, however, since his accident these biotic are now limited but no less useful.
-Higher the average Turian upper body strength, focused mainly in the hands, arms, shoulders and back area.
-Cabal training in combat and experience which also has left some unsavory traits alongside positive.
-Sense of loyalty, responsibility, and even some attachment over his team. The most notable trait is his loyalty towards Noami’lie and his crew, including, much to his dislike of it, Devryn too. (The only difference with the human engineer is that whenever he is forced to bail her ass out of trouble, it’s often accompanied by low grumbles about how useless humans can be and followed by glares at Vellio’s amused chuckles.)
-Complete knowledge of his team’s potential, skills, and limits.
Negative Traits: -Low mobility and narrow places are rather…inconvenient.
-Limited combat and dodge abilities. (while he might have high knowledge of hand to hand, performing it is a different matter…)
-Lower powered and limited Biotics, enough he uses it sparingly.
-Human racism to a degree, the strength depends on the subjects attitude though usually he tries to keep it in check with strangers. IF he has other options, he rather find alternatives if possible.
-Strange turians tend to make him uncomfortable, making his dealings with them short and to the point.
-It takes both time and successful results to earn Nasyrius’s trust, the latter can shorten the former’s requirements.
-Not always open with his thoughts, even to his own team, creating trust issues sometimes.