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Nathan Campbell
2200 Hours
"Just hunting one of the elite of the universe and essentially going against the council." Nathan shook his head with a small smile, "Yeah no big deal." He added sarcastically. Though Kieran had asked if he was an Alliance spy first but then switched to the Council real quick, something Nate noted that maybe he was more worried and paranoid than their leader was letting on. "I was recruited by whoever handled the recruitment Kieran, don't worry about it. But if I'm being honest it's way too much of a coincidence, sounds to me like someone was trying to bring someone you had a past and possibly trust with onboard. And if that's the case then they know enough about you and your past to know that we knew each other years ago." Nate flashed him a smile, "Just a thought."
Though the realization that they were working off the Shadow Broker's information and money didn't sit completely comfortable with Nathan he decided to keep it to himself for now. His old comrade gave a thumbs up and gave up his overall plan that had Nate chuckle. "Shooting for the moon aren't you? I mean you want to take down the Geth with just one ship, something the entire Quarian race couldn't do. Don't go on a power trip just because you have a ship and crew now." Nathan spoke jokingly, but he still meant it.
"So, you going show me where I'm going to be sleeping or what?"
Nathan Campbell
2200 Hours
Nathan watched Kieran with mild amusement as the other man recollected the first time they'd met, at Nate's expense of course. "Well if I recall I got my payback and then some." At Kieran's question Nate once again arched a brow, "Are you doing something that the Alliance would send a spy for?" Nate shook his head either way, "I'm out...well if you count the reserves as being out. I'm in the private security business now, pays better and I can actually decline a job." There was a small shrug of his shoulders before he leaned sideways against the side of the ship and crossed one leg over the other, "I'm just trying to find where I fit in out in the big open universe like everybody else."
"What about you Mr. Blue Sun?" He asked with a smirk, "Being a mercenary fill that void of yours? Doesn't help your credit though, the council blew you off just like that." Nate regarded him carefully, as if trying to decide for himself if the council was right or if they'd just jumped to conclusions.
Nathan Campbell
2200 Hours
Nathan chuckled at Kieran's introduction, it'd been years but Nate had expected Kieran onboard. It would seem however that Kieran wasn't particularly expecting him though. Nate arched an eyebrow, "So what you're telling me is that you'd rather sick a guard dog on me rather than do it yourself?" It was and wasn't a challenge at the same time. He'd hoped for a moment to tick by and allow Kieran to process his face maybe but it didn't seem to be having an effect.
A frown crossed his face whilst he shifted from his right foot to his left. "You know for someone in charge you should really know who gets invited to join. But I guess you haven't changed a bit have you, and here I thought you might have asked for me personally." There was a gentle shrug of his shoulders then with his right arm and hand he saluted, legs coming together in the standard form which was something he hadn't done in a long while. "Corporal Campbell reporting for duty!" With that he relaxed once again with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, he'd been a Corporal back when Kieran had left. If that didn't jog any sort of memory he was probably going to settle for the fact that Kieran had just forgotten his existence. "I can't look that much different. Hell, you don't." He'd added for good measure.
Nathan Campbell
Nathan had literally been gearing up for a protection detail in the locker room for some Salarian ambassador when his omni-tool started flashing. Nate simply skimmed the message, someone wanted him to recruit him off-citadel for some mission or other. It wasn't exactly unusual for those in the bodyguard business to get such things. Nate's brain must have been on auto-pilot because it wasn't until he saw Kieran's name that he had to go back and actually read the message. He'd heard the whispers of some crazy mercenary spouting rumors and being dismissed by the council but it wasn't hard to connect the dots that the mercenary was an old friend. So Nate went to his superior's and got leave from the company because if Kieran was even half the man Nate once knew him as then he probably wasn't crazy and he probably wasn't lying.
When he boarded the ship he took a quick look around at the general vicinity, it was a bit...less than he was used to lately if he was going to be honest. Not that Nate was one to complain. The man shifted with his dufflebag of belongings thrown over his shoulder as Nathan started walking further into the ship blindly, if nothing else maybe wandering around he'd stumble onto the kitchen or the crew quarters.
@tal0n@NecroKnight@AquaAzura@Heckno12
Btw in the IC if I make a post, like my most recent one, where I say "Any questions?" My character will answer everyones questions. If more than one person makes a responce or asks a question its fine. just try not to like.....ok for example lets say someone makes a responce post and punches someone in the face. Since they posted first they got dibs on the situation. I mean obviously dont punch anyone but like....fuck of you guys get what im saying. Editing a post is fine.
So what you're saying is that I should have Nate punch everyone in my next post.
Challenge accepted.
>D
Name: Nathan Campbell
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Age: 25
Specialization: Soldier
Appearance: Nate stands at 5'9 and weighs 165 being more lean than stocky. He tends to wear leather gloves and long sleeves when on mission so that his prosthetic isn't openly noticeable.
Background: Nathan was born on Terra Nova. Both Nate's father and brother were both military, so it was basically decided he'd follow in their footsteps the day he was born. The young and naive Nathan was excited to do so but as he grew older he became less inclined. No amount of teenage rebellion prevented this, so when he came of age Nate signed up. It hadn't been what he wanted out of life exactly but once Nathan was in he saw the potential and the military ended up making a decent soldier out of him. Early on he'd been assigned to a distant planet in the middle of nowhere. The troop he was placed with being the same as Kieran Hishamie. The two were friends for a few years until Kieran decided to seek out more adventure in the stars and leave the military.
Since then Nate has been bounced around from post to post when needed. At one point whilst overseeing cargo to it's destination on another planet Nathan's ship came under attack by hired mercenaries. Both sides took casualties until the mercenaries pulled back but not before Nathan took a hard hit from a Krogan warhammer. The result was amputation of his mangled arm from the shoulder down. They were quick to give Nathan a Seraphtech prosthetic arm. This gave him some squeeze room in his contract and allowed Nate to be switched from active duty to the reserves. And for the last few months he's been working for a private security business on the Citadel. It had its perks and allowed him a bit more freedom than the Alliance had, though being in the reserves meant he could be called back to service anytime.
Equipment: M-96 Mattock, M-77 Paladin, Seraphtech Prosthetic Arm
Powers: Concussive Shot, Armor-Piercing Ammo, Frag Grenade, Adrenaline Rush
Alexander Flores
Location: Turner's Garage
Turner's Garage in Shadow Falls was a local business owned by the local gearhead himself, Turner. The business wasn't big and it wasn't booming but the place made due just fine. The building wasn't especially close to any other shops or businesses, more on the outskirts of the main part of the city. It was late, and technically the garage was already closed. But Alex was working a little overtime, though it was hard to say if he'd even be getting paid for said overtime. The place was currently a little shorthanded so they were behind on jobs, Alex had just opted to try and get more done before he left for the night. Turner, had gone home hours ago leaving Alex to close up on his own, which happened about half the time.
Earlier he'd heard several sirens rushing by, heading for the hospital. Both ambulance and police sirens, causing him to wonder what his mother was up to currently and what was going on. This had only distracted him from the grind for a few minutes before getting back to it.
Alexander stood in the service pit underneath one of their clients cars, staring up at the under carriage of the vehicle with a look of frustration. He was wearing a dark blue jumpsuit with black smears of oil and grease here and there, his forearms and hands looked the same as the sleeves were pushed up while he worked. A TV played up in the corner near the office area, a soccer game was going on and the man had been listening to it as he attempted to decipher exactly what was wrong with Mrs. Jones damn mini-van. The van was brought back seemingly every other week with the same problem or a new one ailing it. Turner claimed Mrs. Jones was only doing it to try and get Alex's attention, but Alex blew that claim off. While he wasn't sure the woman understood he played for the other team that didn't mean she'd go through all this trouble for something along those lines, Alex was sure the van had some underlying problem he hadn't thought of.
The game in the background started blaring a horn as one team scored and in his concentration Alex missed which team it'd been. Peeking from between the car and the floor of the auto shop he could see the scoring. Huskies-4, Kings-6. "You've got to be kidding." He grumbled, his fist hitting the auto shop floor followed by a slight hiss at the stinging sensation whilst he pulled the hand back towards him and giving it a shake. Alex moved a few steps to his left whilst in the pit back to his original spot, then with a huff he decided to take a break if not quit for the night. So he moved out of the pit slowly and into the lobby of the shop where the customers could wait if they wanted. A desk, some lobby chairs, a plant, and finally the vending machine that was Alex's destination. He pulled out his wallet and put the bill into the machine choosing the can of Sprite, and once he'd retrieved it he stepped out the front door for a moment of fresh air.
The night air felt nice as Alex leaned his back against the building and proceeded to drink his beverage. The only light in the immediate vicinity was one streetlight and the light spilling out onto the sidewalk area from inside. Otherwise he was in a rather empty parking lot except two vehicles, one being his own and the other being a broken down clients Mazda that hadn't been moved inside because lack of space. Staring out at the lights of Shadow Falls just down the hill from Turner's establishment, Alexander released drawn out sigh whilst deciding whether to be done for the night or not. And just what he was going to do with the rest of his night if he did leave.
I'm still around. Even started typing up a post for Alex the other day with him closing up shop but didn't get around to finish it, mainly because he wouldn't have anyone to interact with currently since he can't really get involved with whats going on currently. ;p
Just gonna plop this in.
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